In fear of reform
Their walls begin to crumble
The rise of each voice
Calls out a social unrest
No longer accepting
The misjudged decisions
By those elected to office
There is no greater choice
There is barely a lesser evil
For they sell each promise
For an extortionate wage
While others live to get by
On a minimal support
Strip them of their cars
Of their grand houses
And expense reports
Each political clone
Cut from the same suit
Stands in fear of reform
The rising voices
Of who once were
Their political prisoners
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