Such a pure ambition, disguised as common greed
You only keep your word to the mouths you have to feed
But what of those who have no say
In how this world is run
To them the only message is the bullet or the gun
For those who hold the power
This place feels very dear
Their roads are lined with smiling men
Full of mirth and cheer
Those who are but kept in place
Beneath the heavy fat above
Find some things a little harder
Like hope and life and love
It is for them I feel for now
It is for them I speak
It is them to whom this place will fall
To the hungry and the meek