It takes a loud voice for the deaf to hear,
For to overlook all is what they prefer;
Deaf not by birth, rather by choice
Sitting in their estates far from the noise,
The noise, of those who carry the society,
Nay, of those who ARE the society,
They don't shout sire, their state more grievous,
for the rumble of their stomach, is what reaches us.
It takes a loud voice for the deaf to hear,
For they're used to silence, enforced with fear,
State with a voice, reeking of arrogance,
the masses are the causes of their decadence,
Yes sire, Truly, the masses are to blame,
For they just watch as you fix the emerald frame,
Of you and your ladies, adorned in jewels and furs,
While they haven't seen a secure meal, for all these years.
Good and bad news, sire, I'll start with good,
"We brought this on ourselves", the masses understood,
But sire, the bad is well,
A revolution is here, I'm sure you can tell,
As they complete, ".. by letting this parasite here",
Yes? You heard that? Oh well, Then let it be stated here,
It took a loud voice for the deaf to hear.
(Distributing wealth like a pie among all ignoring means of production has and never will work.
But something that will equally never work is feudalism disguised as "Capitalism")
