fauxcroft

We are rats in the sewers

Beneath the halls of power,

Waiting out our time

To rid ourselves of this shower,

Who makes the rules

And who decides our laws,

Without obeying them themselves of course

So as the rats scurrying

Around under the sewers,

We will become chaos brewers,

We will bring about change

As their halls fall and collapse,

And then the new power will be

In the hands of the rats.