The Oppressors Tool Poem by Matt Starking

Oh, oppression, thou art a tyrant's tool
Thou art a blight upon the human soul
Thou makest us cower in fear and dread
Thou art the source of our tears shed

Thou art a force that brings us low
Thou robb'st us of our rights to grow
Thou makest us feel like we are nothing
Thou makest us feel like we are worth less than something

Oh, oppression, thou art a cruel master
Thou art a blight upon the human race
Thou makest us suffer in silence and shame
Thou art the source of our endless pain

Thou art a force that holds us back
Thou robb'st us of our rights to speak
Thou makest us feel like we are voiceless
Thou makest us feel like we are powerless

Oh, oppression, thou art a dark cloud
Thou art a blight upon the human heart
Thou makest us feel like we are worthless
Thou makest us feel like we are apart

But we will not be silenced by thee
We will stand up and be heard
We will fight for our rights and freedom
And we will break free from your chains.