The patterns were nice, that the ice drew inside the windowpanes
Don’t listen to their whispers, that tempt you to stop trying. If we don’t fight for justice, our kids will do the dying.
I just can’t help everyone, as I once said. So I’m helping the rich, just like me. While I get much richer, and eat seeded bread, You’ll shiver, with nothing for tea.
The jesters and trumpeters ride on his train there's money for them in the lies they maintain
How can there be You and war?