Tax and toll the masses

Into submission again

And again

Don’t ask questions

Just smother them

With the burden of life once so pure

Now polluted with the ideas

Of the singular devotion chosen fools

So take your money one penny at a time

What will wither away

Will grow back one hundred fold

In time

Uptown people

Spending time with the downtown folks

Stringing words on notes

Being one of the greatest

Impact on the human interaction

Tough in traction

But the people have each other at heart

Hardly hated by the wars orchestrated by

Those few who benefit greatly

Stately types

Embedded and look a likes

The chose people the chose choice

Of a wickedness so deep

Only one can begin to understand

That people are the ones whos hearts

Will win

Together

Together