In the shadows of power, a game is played
Communism, capitalism, just masks displayed.
Lies and deception, politics' cruel art,
Where truth and justice often depart.
The big boys win, the rich take the prize,
While the lower-class struggles, hope slowly dies.
Promises of change, but the song remains,
In the end, it's the people who bear the chains.
Red flags or greenbacks, what does it matter?
When the dream is shattered, and lives are scattered.
They sell us dreams, of equal share,
But power and greed are everywhere.
In factories, fields, and crowded streets,
The common folk feel the defeat.
From each paycheck skimmed, to dreams denied,
In this endless game, where truths collide.
Yet in the hearts of those oppressed,
Burns a fire that won't be suppressed.
For in unity, there's a spark of might,
To challenge the darkness, to reclaim the light.
So let us rise, let voices ring,
Against the game, the puppets on a string.
For the power of the people, when truly free,
Is a force of nature, a boundless sea.
No more to play the elites' cruel part,
But to seek a world where all take heart.
Where fairness reigns, and justice true,
In a world where power returns to you. R