We are sick of being taken,
For all we’ve ever earned,
Our leaders are mistaken,
To ignore how Rome burned.

Our calloused hands are tired,
Of handing it over to you,
Well, we say you are fired,
Wake up and get a clue.

Our systems are collapsing,
For they’re old and overused,
And I don’t think you’re grasping,
That we are quite unamused.

Solving this by more stealing,
Should never be a solution,
Taking more for your killing,
Will end in a revolution.