Nobility of the masses, tyranny of the enemy The true heroes surfaced and vanquished oppression They stood firm on their ground, fighting valiantly All this despite odds of the worst proportion An old world fighting against them Intimidating and dominant it was Personal desires were strewn aside And the freedom of a people takes center stage A time not for money and material But for principle and progress A feeling of oneness and unity Not one of personal profit Where have these times gone A noble founding turned to dust How quickly people forget the past Such grace followed by such folly What once we detested We now are today What once we fought for We now condemn What once we shunned We now negotiate With the passage of time Progress can be made With the passage of time We can also move backwards A day has finally come When we will not stand up We will not fight back Unless it fattens our wallets Is it profitable? Is it economically viable? Is it worthwhile? Is it cost effective? If the fathers could see us now Would they still have fought so? If they knew our priorities Would they still have cared so deeply? We are the grown child of virtue A child spoiled by freedom We have lost touch with our roots And now we are the tyranny.