Turn the tides and tables

Tear down the temple veil

The priests have plundered the covenant

In three piece suits

And turned brother against brother

As they vie for the womb

Each lie is orchestrated

Carefully

Under our feet

To trip the wires of snares

Out on Main Street

What is hope discarded?

Liberty disbanded

Awakening from a sweet dream

Just before it's over

What are tired hands hanging?

Still curled in the shape of the tool

From toiling

A distraction?

What is the last laugh

People talk about?

Believing they're lined at the gate

Like a fine thoroughbred

Only to find they're cattle

Mislead

Is that what they mean when they say it's what's on the inside that counts?

Who's laughing now

As they hollow us out?