The one percenters whisper sweet lies,
Crafting illusions under the skies,
They tell you there's no injustice, no disgrace,
Only rainbow-stained glass in every place.
But behind the glass, shadows play,
Whispers of corruption, every day,
Incompetence hidden, under golden sheen,
A world not as bright, as it seems to be seen.
The elitists claim to uphold the law,
They parade their purity, without a flaw,
But beneath the surface, truth is found,
We've been played, trampled to the ground.
Promises made in gilded halls,
While the common man's hope falls,
They say they have us in their sight,
But it's just a game, played in the night.
In the corridors of power, secrets lie,
Empty words, a clever alibi,
They preach justice with a silver tongue,
Yet the song of truth remains unsung.
The elitists claim to uphold the law,
They parade their purity, without a flaw,
But beneath the surface, truth is found,
We've been played, trampled to the ground.
We're waking up, seeing the cracks,
In the stained glass, reality attacks,
The veil is lifting, truth spills forth,
Reclaiming justice, knowing our worth.
From the shadows, we rise and fight,
Against the lies, we seek the light,
No more deception, no more games,
We'll reclaim our future, break these chains.
In the unity of hearts, we find our voice,
Together we stand, making a choice,
To shatter illusions, expose the wrong,
In our defiance, we grow strong.
The elitists claimed to uphold the law,
They paraded purity, without a flaw,
But now the truth, we have found,
No more being played, no more being trampled down.
With every step, we reclaim our right,
With every voice, we turn the night,
Into a dawn of justice, bright and true,
Together, we rise, me and you.