They sit there in their ivory towers
Planning how to get more money,
How to get more power,
To get us minions to suffer
While they live in comfort.
They set out a road,
A road which we are supposed to follow
So that any rewards come back to them
As we travel that road,
No thought as to the wellbeing of us
Us who do all the work and toil,
As we suffer walking that path.
But we can change our lives.
We never know what they are planning,
Which path they are planning for us.
So we must move,
Move along a different path,
Knowing that that is the way,
The way for us to go,
The way for us to go who care.