When laws are made by men of wealth
Do they consider the poor man’s health
Do they think of the poor man’s fate
While they’re stealin’ the crumbs right from the mouths of babes

We must rise up, rise up and fight
Stand up, stand up for what is right
Throw out those fiends of cruel power
And take back this land before the final hour.

It was never meant for sinful men
To wring fortune from their kin
To sell their souls when making laws
And crush the poor with iron jaws

We must rise up, rise up and fight
Stand up, stand up for what is right
Throw out those fiends of cruel power
And take back this land before the final hour.

Those heinous laws made for the few
What on earth can poor men do
Who have no gold to pay the tax
And the burden is placed right the poor men’s backs

We must rise up, rise up and fight
Stand up, stand up for what is right
Throw out those fiends of cruel power
And take back this land before the final hour.

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from

The Journey
by Holly Reed
The Journey

The Mighty Ocean
The Storm
Love
Stop and Think
A Swain's Cogitations
Arcadia in Verse
A Flight of Crows