What if the wisdom of words seen so often as absurd,
Were worth little more than rich men care,
For the plight or the might that lead weak men to fight
To be treated as equals with rights, how they dare.

Where the poor tend to weep, when the rich steal to keep,
There rotund and repugnant revolting form,
When these are the rules, when we are fooled by the fools,
How could fair society ever be born?

Painted rose red and guilty, simply fickle and filthy,
How quickly the glimmer of hope tends to dim,
But when a true cause is just, truth gripped tightly we must,
Fight with all ourselves and our hearts and we'll win.

We are sheep in a herd, trusting wolves at their word,
Who worship pigs up on high that we feed,
But by number we are greater, beyond wolf hides are sheep traitors,
With pigs in their pens we can succeed.

We are born equal, the same, through each other we all gain,
I'm unsure what will come after the fall,
But when no man is master, then we can build it must faster,
At last our future that is fair and for us all.