Private jets on frozen ground, Champagne wisdom all around. Talking justice, saving face, Counting profits, winning race. Another panel, another prayer, "Fix the world!" from leather chairs. Then one voice cuts through the smoke: "Tax avoidance is the joke." Tax the rich! Tax the rich! Quit pretending, make the switch. Less applause and more receipts, Truth sounds ugly on your streets. Tax the rich! Tax the rich! No more billion-dollar glitch. If you mean what you proclaim, Stop protecting the same old game. Charity is nice for show, But everyone already knows. Pay your share, don't dodge the bill, Justice isn't goodwill. Markets, speeches, polished lies, Golden halos, bloodshot eyes. When the cameras fade away, Who's still got the final say? The emperor's suit is tailored gold, The story's tired, the script is old. One sentence hit like broken glass: "Why not tax the upper class?" Tax the rich! Tax the rich! History's got a longer memory than your pitch. No more slogans, no more spin, Start with where the money's been. Tax the rich! Tax the rich! Scratch the halo, feel the itch. Truth don't need a VIP pass— Kick the doors in, break the glass.
