Dear masters of the world,
I hope to find you sweating
Thinking of the open throats
You may find yourselves wearing

It's not that we don't trust you
We just know you too well
Temptation is for you to yield
We know the fire by the smell

So with each lost life feel the noose
Tightning up around your neck
'cause the cost of confidence lost
Is your life, not your paycheck

Yes, the power that you held
It exists and moves mountains
But abuse it and we'll see
Your blood trickling in fountains

It's not a threat, just an old lesson
Certain, learned at every step
That humanity tends to take
Alas, lest we forget

2014/11/4 19:25 - London (influenced by Remembrance Day)

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