His best friend from childhood fell dead by his side His last words, though I die, fight on His enemies’ blood mingled thick with his tears His lips formed the words of a song…….
The band has been outdone, by the choir They lifted their voices on high The priest has been shot down, because he’s a liar The judge said he deserved to die
He began to see as the stakes slowly raised This class struggle accomplished nothing The rich just get richer, while the poor fight themselves Their kids succumb to apathy
But then a man cried out among the masses We’ll slave for the bourgeois no more And then the bells rang out, an indication That this cause was worth fighting for
Somewhere in between determination and too much pride They failed to see what they were breaking up They watched their children die for economic sanctity But money is still deemed worthy, so it continues today
A broken shape lifted from lost liberty He nods to the wind then turns westward For some men seek justice while others they dream And this world beats them both to the ground
Their fists have been worn down, by broken promises A tattered hope ripped at the seams A life of decency, was all they wanted A long lasting equality