Oppression is the mask worn by those who fear
By those who push authority onto the destitute and downtrodden
Squeezing its fist to the point that no life can survive

Oppression is a sword made of paper and rifles made of sand
It is the lies that are told to justify asphyxiating the defenseless
And it is born from the arrogance that no consequences will follow

It is the shovels and bulldozers used to bury the truth
The concrete poured to fill the holes and poison the water
Designed to drown out the cries for salvation

Oppression reflects those who wield it
And though the axe forgets
The tree shall always remember