Marching though the streets Armed to the teeth An Evil Look on there Face
Ideas to enslave an independent people Enslaving Them in Debt Mindlessly Manipulating Them With A Flag
A Voice Cries Out And Says Revolution Will Come Soon The Heat Is 115
The Man Walks In The Street Kicks The Banker Down The Banker Weeps And Cries
The Man Says Fuck Off
Thats my poem.