Turning Tables

Excuse me peace, please step to the side
My anger is for the wolves in sheep’s clothing trying to hide
Taking us all along for the ride
Praying for a chance to watch us slide

Down a hard road, falling to earth
Shaming us while bragging about rebirth
They’re the chosen ones with all the worth
Blocking out sunshine from Virginia Beach to the city of Perth

Extinguishing the light of mercy's true flame
Yoking the people with burden and shame
With guilt they break and try to mass tame
Making us play by the rules of their made-up game