Fall Of The Risen Poem by Anthony Yaman D. Cabal

It's the fall of the people having fun on top,
You worked hard for your things, we worked hard for the plot.
Every word I say is true from verse to verse and every dot,
I'll murder you lyrically here and on the spot.

You corporate heads, slide through the law like slippery butter,
You dirty people just like third world tap water.
The government is teaching everyone just what to do,
They made plagues in their labs and even cocaine too.

They're showing small good actions but hiding big bad deeds,
They're giving us what we want and not what we need,
We didn't even want the things they give before they gave it,
And everyone needs to change for the world in order to save it.

Metaphorically speaking, we are the arm they're the iron fist,
But they wouldn't even be there if we did not exist.
We brought this upon ourselves and only us can change it back,
Instead of regretting wrong things, fill in abilities that you lack.

Together we can fight, just don't be searching for any money,
Cause' the track we will traverse will not have any,
We are here to be heard, we are here to kick the greedy,
We'll raid all of their bank accounts and give them to the needy!

We got nothing to fear, we don't die we multiply,
You're nothing close to seer, your just as good when you poke your eyes,
This the last time I pray to what's above in the skies,
Cause' everything I've been told since I was a kid was a lie.

Fake Christians and fake politicians,
Ruling our states giving us false intuitions,
Controlling us with their so called "true" religion,
I'm standing in front of them, leading our true petition.

So, know you know the truth, join the revolution,
And together we will unite and bring down fake constitutions,
So, here I am standing by you, we're the opposition,
You heard what I have to say, now make your decision.