In halls where solemn vows are sworn, Beneath the flag of red and blue,
The people’s trust is daily torn,
By hands that take what’s not their due.

The coffers meant for roads and schools Grow thin before the projects start,
While gilded thieves rewrite the rules
And carve their fortunes from the heart.

The rivers swell with storm and rain, Floodwaters rise through towns and plains,
Yet budgets flow to private gain,
And leave behind the people’s pains.

They say you cannot wealthy stand Unless you steal the public’s share;
To keep clean hands within this land
Is but to breathe the thinner air.

But still beneath the scorching sun,
A quiet hope begins to rise;
For every wrong that has been done Awakens truth in watchful eyes.

One day the scales shall stand upright, No longer bent by greed or lies;
And justice, clothed in fearless light,
Shall claim the land beneath our skies.