For too long cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity   Countless sleepless days in underestimation   But under these anxious, darkening leaves   No word goes unheard   And no deed is without compensation   When the workers come to collect their wages   Now the straw men are swaying in the distance   The have-nots calling in the listless wind   Whispering for retribution   Waiting for some voice to call them   From the bottom where you left them   So onward friends from our battered homes   Forward to the onrush of cast stones, crushed bones   And the gallows