In the name of revolution,
crushed beneath an iron fist,
masses find no absolution
and they struggle to subsist.
Left to starve and rot away
in the corners of their streets,
fantasizing ‘bout the day
he shall choke on what he eats.
In the meantime, in the wait,
they are brought down to their knees,
hoping it won’t be too late
‘fore they can feel a shifting breeze.