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There is violence in the streets, A man brought to his knees, Snuck upon by a man unknown, His hatred grown, with silent retribution for his years of dissolution of the safety of the people in the name of endless greed. The bottomless desire of the rich will know no end, they know not when to stop, They poke and prod, They will not cease, unless they’re reminded of their place. back in the day the tyrants wore their wealth upon their sleeve, Showed it off to all the peasants to make them all believe, That God had chosen in his wisdom for these men to rule, gave them money, gave them power, gave them protection to be cruel. But this facade of superiority could not hold long against the rage of women and men, who had nothing left to lose and took power in their hands. Their anger and their sorrow turned to hatred and to violence, the only tool left to fight against their silence. They attacked, they beheaded and they put them in their place. ...