O plate of freewill
we've had our fill
of worms that follow
the footfall of man
O chariot of hope
you're tied to the rope
of blind injustice
in their bitter hand
O vein of wealth
in greedy stealth
you bleed our pockets
with your demand
O art of keeping your
poor neighbor poor
canvassed in tones
we cannot understand
O fateful war
your murderous whore
in every bloody land
who kills the masses
O master of that slave
who once had braved
the road to freedom
now beaten with lashes
O the world is burning
and humanity screaming
as we're spinning madly
on its broken axis
O empty your plate
let go the rope
disarm the whore
spread the wealth
bury the whip or reduce
us all to smoldering ashes
Honorable mention
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Love ya, Cyn 
