The beating of drums

urging the under privileged 

to march against the oppression

by the Oligarchy The thundering

sounds  made by the marching feet

shaking the foundations  of

the fortress of cruelty 

The inevitable triumph of

 the right over the wrong

visible for those who can

 read the writing on wall

When are you going to

 realise the truth,

the ever clinging power mongers,

 of the eternal truth of your impending doom