****** barons
Keeping coal
Burning them with the tools
Carrying the anvils
On their shoulders
Life just became a boulder
Bolder to be a silent slave
Than to be an outspoken fool
In the rise of evil
Ranks finding
Comfortable numbness in
Falling behind the ranks
Like a cat crossing the street
Unaware of its race,caste or creed
Black cats have a breed
Superstition doesn't rule the cat