The Oppressors Tool

Oh, oppression, thou art a tyrant's tool Thou art a blight upon the human soul Thou makest us cower in fear and dread Thou art the source of our tears shed Thou art a force that brings us low Thou robb'st us of our rights to grow Thou makest us feel like we are nothing Thou makest us feel like we are worth less than something Oh, oppression, thou art a cruel master Thou art a blight upon the human race Thou makest us suffer in silence and shame Thou art the source of our endless pain Thou art a force that holds us back Thou robb'st us of our rights to speak Thou makest us feel like we are voiceless Thou makest us feel like we are powerless Oh, oppression, thou art a dark cloud Thou art a blight upon the human heart Thou makest us feel like we are worthless Thou makest us feel like we are apart But we will not be silenced by thee We will stand up and be heard We will fight for our rights and freedom And we will break free from your chains.