They have the power
To destroy who they please.
All they do is meddle
In forms of democracy.
They don’t have the courage
To go and see up close
The body in the garbage
Wrapped in ragged clothes
The people with no food to eat
The children on the streets
The old who lose their homes
The running refugees
They do not seem to notice
How a change of law
Can lead to people dying
Behind institutional doors
They do not seem to feel it
The hunger pains they cause
As they tamper with man’s freedom
As they manipulate the law
They do it in the darkness
They do it overnight
You wake up in the morning
To realise too late your plight
Towns that you’ve lived in
All of your lives
The letter asks for rent
Is all you recognise
They tinker with the statutes
They tinker with the rules
They make themselves look good
They think the poor are fools
While some act so superior
That live such privileged lives
They think it doesn’t matter
When the poorest die
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