We that abode in castles far beyond poverty
We that feast upon the wealth of the poor
We that parade your streets in seductive
automobiles
We that coat our virtuous skins with gaudy garments
We the innocent souls of the land!
We that impoverish the impoverished,
and enrich the enriched
We that build death traps,
and high ways to eternity
We that build colleges,
meant for advancing illiteracy
We the innocent souls of the land!
We the poor servants of the public
Serving the masses in reverse order
We the light-fingered solon
Harvesting the fruit of
victory
We the custodian of public
funds
From whose eyes your
billions disappeared
We the innocent souls of
the land!
We that never relent in
making promises
Though we abide not by them
We that never relent in
formulating policies
Though they be
retrogressive
We that never relent in holding
conferences
Though they be lees
effective
We the innocent souls of
the land!
We the patriots that shed
the bloods of tyrants
We the saints that chastise
sinners
Even when they sin not
We the law-abiding natives;
guilty of all crimes
We the innocent souls of
the land!
We that beg your vote every four-days
We the evidence of “true”
democracy
We the poor servants of the public
