The long arm of the law
Reaches from the body of government
To squeeze the heart of the people
Gaggling atop the belly of the beast

While the head of the church
Resting on the shoulders of its fathers
Balks at the hand of creation
That knocks madly at the treasured chest

For the blood of the innocent
Trickles through veins of ore
That fail to nourish the organization
That clutches for life on the floor