Behind locked doors, and marbled checkered floors
Where glorious victory once proudly held the throne.
Together they conspired for the treason they desired:
To claim from a legacy that was never their own.
The freedoms disrespected, the riches they collected,
With forked-tongues they posed as our defenders.
To preserve a decaying name, and to veil shallow shame
The betrayal of thieves under the guise of tenders.
The collection so efficient, yet the distribution so poor.
Consuming mountains of gold, yet always wanting more.
Forgotten are the days when this was a righteous war,
Now we fight the tyrants to whom allegiance we swore.
There was a true champion leading us not so long ago,
That preached to us, pray: "let your inner light glow.
For others, this is permission to let their radiance show,
And we all by this bright honest light the truth can know."
Banished to the fringes this great message lays forsaken,
All the votes and support has been sucked out and taken.
But we will not accept this malice, we want the truth back.
We want no secrets, we want our power, we all wore black.
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