The marched in their suits to tell us some lies,
Indifferent to suffering, or to babies who cry,
They swept all the poor to labor and to die,
There's hate and disdain lodged deep in their eyes.

In the courts who serve justice where criminals go,
No justice for victims or families we might know,
While fat are their purses and short their beliefs,
In helping the others so stained with such grief.

So, little light singing in the background of hate,
Mixed swiftly with those in the news of the late,
Are angels now singing with a warning for all?
How hard will the mighty when comes the fall.

A mosaic of monsters who rule over the land,
Will someone please speak and take a hard stand?
When few hold the masses in check everyday,
No one who is hurting has much they can say.

But, hope is the pill that can push all their plans,
To separate others and destroy all of man,
No one can receive a new future, new guide,
If all of their sorrow they keep deep inside.

So, little light singing in the background of hate,
Mixed swiftly with those in the news of the late,
Are angels now singing with a warning for all?
How hard will the mighty when comes the fall.