The Gentleman's Club
Enraged at the way you behave,
What is this ‘Gentleman’s club’ you create?
Are we still in the times of masters and slaves?
Those who have perished will turn in their graves,
Their deaths were for nothing, for nothing has changed,
We’re still in the times of shackles and chains.
Their form may have altered, their meaning the same,
To keep people cowered in fear and in shame.
Protecting themselves in their Gentleman’s game,
Oppressing all those who don’t look the same.
The suffering’s not theirs, their lives they are made,
From the sweat and the tears of those they enslave.
Hundreds of moons have waxed and they’ve waned,
Society’s still stagnant for those who’re in chains.
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