In a long ago note A note that lasts through all time Balzac wrote Behind every great fortune There lies a great crime As their Earth crimes increase We must disturb their peace We must make them cease For the sake of True peace Behind the silence The killers walk and stalk They hide the hired hands of slaughter They take no quarter Don’t want you to know How their profits grow It’s a sleek and swift machine That looks so clean All the dirt Under immaculately laundered dress shirts With knives and minds homed
