One Cannot Buy

Once we believed, why shouldn't we? Once your word, was your bond, now every breath is just a con. Once right overpowered, the wrong, the powerful now hiding what they have done. Sinners so deep in the betrayal of truth, the poor man, has always been used. Speaking from a mouth, that has no heart, stealing like a thief, the battle starts. Controlled by favors, a puppet of pawn, the days of honor, have long been gone. Shameful, and shackled, the day will come, explanations expected, for the damage done. Lies will no longer be an option here, the day is coming, and it's, Oh so near. The poor mans vengeance, will surely rule, pointing a finger when they learn the truth. Don't sit in a pew, with your head held high, a power is waiting, one cannot buy.