["It must come from the poor, a rebellion of the spirit that reaffirms
Their intrinsic human worth, based upon who they are rather than what they
Possess." Mumia Abu-Jamal - War On The Poor]
You live your life and bask in your fame,
But people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.
Take a look behind the facade,
See what is hidden in the dark,
Set the balls rolling and put your cards on the table.
Your paltry generosity was only a means to an end,
The veil to cover your evil face.
Your kindness is just a pretence for your machination,
You have blotted your copy-book,
You're ruthless.
Let the shades fall down to end the tyranny,
To create an abundance
If birdlife without greed and pain.
Your paltry generosity was only a means to an end,
The veil to cover your evil face.
Your kindness is just a pretence for your machination,
You have blotted your copy-book,
You're ruthless.
