Pen or Sword

Were you in the garden after midnight
When the people gathered all in one accord
To ask relief in these troubled times
as done for the rich why not the poor, why not the poor
But they were only met by grim faced men in black armor
Chorus
These things just have to change
You know it be like this anymore
By the pen or by the sword
only time will tell

And to the rich man sippin' champagne in his tower
Laughing at the poor folks down on the ground
He has forgotten all his wealth and all his power
comes from those like you and me...but he can't see
His eyes are blind and his mind is twisted by the
need to feed that greed

Repeat Chorus
An so the grim faced men they fell upon them
An they beat their brothers and sisters down upon the ground
An the king said nothing and the rich men cheered
An their honor was lost forevermore...an the people swore
They would remain until all the towers were broken

Chorus out