We the Few
stand below the many,
trampled, and beaten, pushed down, and forgotten.
We look up above and ask one thing, with what little pride left,
a tear in our eyes,
why?
Because they hate us? Because they can? Because they choose too? Because...we are few?

No more, not today, nor any more from now!
I say to you, to us! Rally up and throw up the banner, sound the battle-cry!
No more I say, no more! No more shall we have to live just to die!
Today is new, so must we be!
For we are the few, that the many must see!
We'll call up the cry in the name of peace and justice for all,
we shall then see, the righteous as it is, as justice stands blind and tall!
Let the Liberty Bell Ring, for you and me!
Let us, The Proud and Few!, Let us finally be free!
Let me a-test to you, my fellow brothers and sisters, alone no longer we stand!
For together we cry, hear our voices!, together hand-in-hand!

But let us not be hypocritical, to even our oppressors,
for what better are we than them, if we treat them like our lessers?
So rally the troops, raise high the banner, sound the horns all-round,
let each and every voice, sing high and low, the freedom sound.
The tyrants shall fall, given time,  and through the trials that'll be,
for we shall make our names known, of the Few...that is We.