In response to:
Well, tell me, what is justice? The mighty build a wall
Of laws that lend them safety, they have both rank and gold,
Of stolen goods the owners, they plot how to enthrall
Still more all those whose toiling has made them rich, to hold
In complete subjection, their labour, life, their all.
I've told Aloysius I can't sleep with the rats
Aloysius says we don't have rats