The Revolution
A mouse to an owl,
A bird to a cat,
Overpowered by authority,
We're no greater than a rat.
We cry out for mercy,
Relief of this ordeal,
But we're nothing but their prey,
A hungry lion's meal.
They kill us with our poverty,
Our lives decrease in number,
They kill us with their genocide,
Soon we'll sleep an eternal slumber.
They make us fight for money,
Because they leave our pockets dry,
We fight for food and shelter,
Because they leave us here to die.
Soon things will all be changed,
We'll fight for our rights with war,
But this Revolution won't be for the better,
Because the world will be no more.
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