Robber Baron

Of all things malign, an accident on the assembly
Line today. Cut him to the bone. “But what can
You expect from clumsy 8-year-olds?” I’m told.
Look outside the window. See the growing crowd
Of kids with missing arms and feet? Nothing to
Eat? What cold heartless beast can sit and have
His feast every night, while their plight’s always
In his site?

Robber Baron in the tower counting all his gold.
You know while he goes unchecked and stays in
Power, he’s never gonna let, he’s never gonna let,
He’s never gonna let us go!
Marching in the streets, the mighty hammer of
The Baron’s own police. With their flags and guns
And guns and drums and boots and blood red
Banners, dogs and guns. Black-shirt pound the
Pavement, with their bold insignias of wolves and
Bats and snakes and birds of prey. Filling us with
Fear. Our hearts are full of tears. Who so vain,
For his gain, causes so much pain?

Robber Baron in the castle basking in his greed.
You know while he breaks no sweat and gets no
Hassle, he’s never gonna let, he’s never gonna let,
He’s never gonna let us free!
Robber Baron in the tower counting all his gold.
You know while he goes unchecked and stays in
Power, he’s never gonna let, he’s never gonna let,
What do you want? (FREEDOM!) When do you
Want it? (NOW!) Only we can make us free.

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