What have you sought to gain?
The contorted grin, loves labors wane.
Twisting policy to profit as mouths devour scraps
To sow though never reap the labor of their backs.
The pen be mighty as the sword, control the words, control the hoards
Of men who once gained Fortune’s grace.
What have you sought to prove?
The crisp lined pockets, the herd on the move.
Keep chained to contract signed as once proud fall.
What built this land dying behind the white washed walls
These profits stronger than the past, learn from nothing, the die is cast
Against those who seek her fortunes.
What have you sought to plan?
So many broken dreams sold at road side stands
Turn the soils for harvests which pay for tears in change.
In a land of over-indulgence the old ways seen as strange
The modern age consumes us all, we seek the truth, yet hear the call
Of the chariots of man.