I built from bricks and the grime,
Made fortunes one buck at a time.
Taught my boy to pretend,
That the truth’s just to bend—
And cheating’s not theft—if it’s mine.
I built from bricks and the grime,
Made fortunes one buck at a time.
Taught my boy to pretend,
That the truth’s just to bend—
And cheating’s not theft—if it’s mine.
Among the sheep
invective flies,
Where voices bleat
for despot sly.
Ignorant minds
in fervor roar,
Misplaced rage
upon the poor.
He cries “Freedom!”
with chains that bind,
A hater's grip
upon the blind.
On despot’s face,
equality fades,
As truth is lost
his lies invade.
Among the sheep
invective flies,
Where voices bleat
for despot sly.
Ignorant minds
in fervor roar,
Misplaced rage
upon the poor.
He cries “Freedom!”
with chains that bind,
A hater's grip
upon the blind.
On despot’s face,
equality fades,
As truth is lost
his lies invade.
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