Poison The Well

As the weakened
Attempt to stand
The cold wind of progression
Causes their downfall
Taken what was theirs
Now you call it yours
Your thievery justified
By legislation and might
The control of majority
Never ceases to overpower
The wounded and the unfortunate
Left for dead without a second thought
Looking deep into a mirror
The image frightens you
What you`ve become
Your own obstacle
The burden placed
On your shoulders