Tyrant
They're where we want to be
Those captains of industry
Those whose wealth and prestige
The majority of us must heed
Why is this so and what must we do
Why we must change our attitudes
Why revel in old "revolutionary" platitudes
Really just angering the multitude
Rhetoric that we sit and protest
Rivals everything that these captains project
Rivals because we want where they're at
Acting as if we'd be captains more apt
All their corrupt and bankrupt actions
Are impossible when we control the factions
Never would wealth be improper fractions
No one would starve, injustice never rationed
Never would our food nourish and theirs balloon
No person would die sick in a waiting room
Though better captains with more good deeds
Though all will succeed
Our thoughts must concede that tyrants we'll be
