Pale Horse

from the haunts of daily life
 where is waged the daily strife
 common wants and common cares
 cuts the human heart with tears
 rise like lions after a slumber in
 in greatly unknowable numbers
 let the tyrants pour around
 with apocalyptic sound
 on the charge of iron wheels
 and the crash of horses heels
 rise like lions after a slumber in
 in greatly unknowable numbers
 free the blood that must ensue
 we are many and they are few
 from the workhouse and the prison
 pale as corpses newly risen
 knives are drawn now let them see
 standing tall that say they're free
 your strong and simple words
 set to wound as sharpened swords
 wide as targets let them be
 with their shade to cover me
 rise like lions after a slumber in
 in greatly unknowable numbers
 free the blood that must ensue
 we are many and they are few