If you and I (and all the rest) stood arm in arm and did protest, we may observe progress.
And breakdown of the institution, that thrives on those in destitution, to give a sense of grandeur.
To strip the aristocracy of what they’ve been handed through meritocracy, to which we all must pander.
When gathered in the muddy fields, the chartists did change history,
But we sit still, and to our own we have ill will, and do nothing. It’s a mystery.