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i saw the UHC president get shot
by a guy who rode his bike into Central Park
even the police cheered
but the rich still leered
and i wondered:
why didn’t it happen sooner?
the rich have been getting richer
since the day i was born
why is it only now
that our hero sees dawn?
our very own Robin Hood
stealing life from the rich to gift to the poor
the bourgeoise
want us down on our knees
so our leaders preach peace
but they leave us no way but violence
they think it’s a way to buy our silence
they think we are rats in the gutter
but we will rise above even if it’s murder we must utter
we’ll continue to fight
to triumph against the might
of the rich and powerful
causing this country’s blight