The bedrock of justice is gone,
Left holding onto a relic,
Met cold stares, the black baton,
The Cry goes out unheard, Medic!
The police do serve a master,
Feudal lords didn’t go away,
Gamed the system like a cancer,
Having no wealth, serfs are ashamed.
Value bathed in the neon glow,
Having to much, nowhere to go,
The normal being avarice,
The result being cancerous.