Oppressed Ones Poem by Dillon Gay

Oppression under the one who pains us
Untold cruelty overtakes us all
It fails to forsake you and I
Vengeance worthy to cry

We plan to put an end to this
To fail is to ask for death
Much of our time is on the line
Plotting to do the upmost perfect crime

Succession equals treason we both know
We could die of course; how boring that is!
Make it count, make it messy now!
Make them say more than 'wow'

Something to get the hang of, right?
Not to be oppressed in here
Surely the savages have caught on
Considering this, we shall start the fun