No one is right,
No one is wrong,
How the Ivory Tower,
Was safe for so long.

Embroidered with silk,
And lined with gold,
We lost our voice
To the Capitol sold.

“What is ours is ours,
And cannot be taken.”
If only for hours,
The Empire was shaking.

“Somehow a House upon a Hill,
Stands for all but our will.”
We have waited for so long,
Today a few dared to belong.