For too long, cast aside
Stripped of dignity, opportunity
Countless sleepless days and underestimation
But under these anxious darkening heavens
No word goes unheard
And no deed is without compensation
When the workers come to collect their wages
Now the strong men are swaying in the distance
The have-not's calling in the listless wind
Whispering for retribution
Waiting for some voice to call them
From the bottom, where you left them
So onward friends from our battered homes
Forward to the on rush
Of cast stones, crushed bones and the gallows