No more strength to the conqueror, we shall avert our eyes. To your outrageous claims of solidarity, to your whirlpool of lies. Your thoughtful sensitivity was nothing but a farce. Your scheming and your lying were just par for the course. As you sit behind your desk made of the bones of the weary; your long spindly fingers caress your pointed chin, so clearly. Your plan is working, Ha! What a brilliant stroke of luck! Look at the throngs of people, begging you for a buck. Your greed and your madness leave all of us weeping; as you sit laughing to yourself while the world is sleeping. Well, we won’t have it, we’ll fight back, we are stronger than you think. We are taking up our cause, we will not be pushed to the brink. Oh, you money-hungry ones with your grubby little hands, counting coins you stole from the souls of the hard-working man. No more strength to the conqueror, no more tears shall fall from our eyes. No more strength to the conqueror, no longer shall you hear our cries.