By Damien Knight
Getting rich off others misery
Slay the poor and feed your greed
You spare no pity for common man
And I would spare you no sympathy
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Delighting in human suffering
You feed on others worth
I see it in your eyes, no remorse
For the darkness you bring
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You claim to be our freedom
But you’re rope is our binds
You placate the people
With half truths and colourful lies
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But I see through your game
The people won’t stand by
And watch rights strip away
In this generation we demand change
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We strip off your words
And deny your bigotry
We will be our own freedom
We will rise from poverty