This is not an add-vice
Before filing to fight the vile
Call to mind your might in wealth
There is a stand on status quo
Status entails proceedings in khurt
For ordinaries cases adjourned
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That monument is now a being
The veil is loosed to see the rich
The sword is sharpened to slain the poor
The weigh beam tilted for weight of pounds
Weight so heavy on loads of bribes
Commons lounge in calaboose
In contrite for vile committed none
Charged for want of evidence
Incarcerated for lack of hired mouth
Plebeians snug beneath six feet
Sentenced to dwell by high Pilate
To con the crimes of bully lords
Lords so immune to stand judgment
Surely! Surely! !
We'll all go down
To face the verdict
Of the Almighty
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