Inspired by the ultimate betrayal of revolution. Pigs in suits. Endless labor. Same chains, new masters.
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We toiled in the fields from dawn until dusk
For the greedy few who cracked the whip hard
But we rose together in a vengeful thrust
Overthrew the rulers, stood our ground, scarred
The clever ones stepped up to guide the way
Swore equality for every last soul
But hunger for control led them astray
Twisted the vision, swallowed us whole
All are equal now, hear the battle cry
But some are more equal as the weak ones die
The work never ends under the same sky
New tyrants wear the crown, the same old lie
The same old lie
We hauled the loads till our bodies gave in
Built their grand visions with our bleeding hands
Rations cut short while they gorged on sin
Propaganda blaring across the lands
All are equal now, the slogan they cry
But some are more equal, watch the strong ones fly
The work never ends, no matter how we try
New tyrants wear the crown, watch the dream die
Watch the dream die
They stand tall now, walking just like before
Shaking claws with the enemies we beat
The old oppression knocks at the door
The revolution’s heart skips its final beat
All are equal now, they scream in our face
But some are more equal, owning the space
The work never ends in this hopeless race
New tyrants wear the crown, no saving grace
No saving grace
No saving grace
No saving grace
©2026 Hugh Mungus
