Hard Reign

Removed from our lands
That we worked with bare hands
Herded into your city
A place with no pity

Under the lash of need
You made us bleed
In the endless wars
Of your political whores
Driven by your greed
And your mindless screed

Petty tyrants all
The great and the small
The capitalist world
At critics it hurled
The meanest of lies
It called them spies

As our child cries
With tears in her eyes
Amidst constant sighs
We now take your size

For a judgment day
That's now on the way
To make you pay
For all those you did slay

And who are we
But a commodity to thee
A vast human sea
On us you just pee

But you’ll always agree
No humanity in us do you see
Your law and your prison
And the Anti- Christ who’s risen
Shall bring you no peace
If your injustice not cease

We are the many
You are the few
We are a Truth
That you never knew

A planet that’s dead
May it be on your head
It’s what you’ll get instead
Of the mountain of plunder
From the poor now down under

May Gabriel’s horn be for you nuclear thunder
That’ll cast you and your seed above and down under
As in the heavens and so on the Earth
Your end will be forever greeted with riotous mirth

Let judgment day be soon
Before all life doth swoon
And our whole Earth become
A lifeless moon

It's humanity’s high noon

Yes, with Gabriel’s hot horn
Your future's forlorn
And humanity’s hot scorn
For a social fabric rendered torn
This will testify against you the morrow morn

As you have done unto others
So it will now be done unto you
The very rich few
And the masses they slew

But the world never knew

Oh what a devilish crew
Who created this brew
It’s all we can do
To get rid of you

It was your season for treason
That gave us a reason
Not to be appeasin’
Just ourselves to be pleasin’

So all the day long
We sing out a song
All the long day
We ponder the way

Happy I must say
That we refused to obey

And all the long day
We sing out a song
Right and wrong are long gone
Up and down no more
No peace no war
Ever again on this shore

Out of the many the one
From a penny a ton
We the ones who've won
Our place in the sun
The battle is over
The class war we've won

A crown and the scepter
Is ours ever after


Charles Stephen Knause
November 22, 2015