The old man mayor slams his cane on the ground The council protests against his corruption The newspaper is looking to write something profound But the mayor claims he doesn’t have to give any answers
I’m not sure who gave him the power Do we have no choice but to let him continue Is it necessary for our lives to be so dour Or is there something you and I can do
The bishop closes the door behind him And he tells the unbeliever what will happen next How his family will leave him and his future’s grim He recommends consuming something which can’t be seen
I’m not sure who gave him the power Do we have no choice but to let him continue Is it necessary for our lives to be so dour Or is there something you and I can do
The father removes and wields his belt The child trembles by themselves in the corner They’ve long learned how to cover a welt The power of birth can determine our fate
I’m not sure who gave him the power Do we have no choice but to let him continue Is it necessary for our lives to be so dour Or is there something you and I can do
The president watched the protestors’ blaring He knew that the millions are being hurt His tears suggest he may be caring But he throws up his hands, there’s nothing we can do
I’m not sure who gave him the power Do we have no choice but to let him continue Is it necessary for our lives to be so dour Or is there something you and I can do
The prosecutor knew they weren’t guilty but proceeded It is all part of the system they justify to themselves In their mind the victim shouldn’t’ve conceded Life is struggle and giving up won’t get you a diamond
I’m not sure who gave him the power Do we have no choice but to let him continue Is it necessary for our lives to be so dour Or is there something you and I can do
