Catch the powerful and send them to jail
Give men principles and see them fail
Grow ‘em into beasts and cut their tail
Kill their dreams, allow no bail
Feed ‘em with bread that’s already stale
Put them to bed with one more tale
Make believe they’ll remove the veil
Let them hang on tooth and nail
Stuffed with wars and crushed by the gale
They’ll feel themselves stronger and hale
Until freedom escapes and the scope is pale
For a burning land, the prize is the swale
The blind sovereign has baffled the trail
Awash in the gloom, drags on the wail
Although you impose, inflict, and entail
Indignation will never the power curtail
Dig the ground and the Humans unveil
Look at their sores, how deep is their wale
One day a new sea we will glide and sail
That day we’ll un-cry all the tears in this vale
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