For too long cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity

Countless sleepless days in underestimation

But under these anxious, darkening leaves

No word goes unheard

And no deed is without compensation

When the workers come to collect their wages

Now the straw men are swaying in the distance

The have-nots 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 onrush of cast stones, crushed bones

And the gallows