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They take everything

And give back nothing,

They take way your name

And then give you a number,

They destroy everything

So there no opportunities,

They ruin our lives

And keep stealing natures beauty,

They in the shadows

In the corridors of power,

They hold over us the doomsday hour,

They strive for greed

Leaving us in poverty,

Living hand to mouth

Would be for them a novelty,

We wait at their table

Feeding off the scraps,

We’ll isn’t it about time

We took our power back,

And strive to acquire more equality

And returned back to the people

The well deserved liberty,

Is it not about time we served upon them notice

For they feed on our earth

Like they are locusts,

We need to react now before it’s too late

We’re like the poor on the Titanic

Locked and drowning in the hold behind the gates.