The people gather around in a circle
Point and laugh at all the others
Twisted lies grow like weeds from the people’s lips
Propagated by seeds of cruel rumors
Sprout up everywhere and ensnare the unlucky
Grab the others, hold them, tie them up, ne’er to rise
For they might one day rebel against the status quo
And in that event smash the glass house the people have built
on their foundation of sand
Tear down the supports and watch it all crumble down
And from their high perches the people say nay
Caw their demands from on high
Swoop down to enforce when words may not work
So that the others will always be oppressed, always held back
For when the others discover their true potential
Discover that they to have use, can act against the people
Then their anger will rain down from on high
Flood the plains and wash away the households built there
Those of the people and a few of the unlucky
For once started none may stop the anger of the oppressed.