You hate the truth,
you try to quench it’s flame,
but it rekindles even more.
Woe to the foes of justice,
and to those who oppress others with power.
A fool’s gold,
lasts no longer than rain clouds.
and the evil doer knows no rest.
Woe to you, who steals from the poor,
in your own coins, you shall be repaid,
for the poor cry out with burning hearts,
with the ashes floating to heaven.