We Remember from Pillaging Villagers by Pillaging Villagers

Years of famine
When nothing is left
The nobles take our surplus while we toil till our deaths
Years of pestilence
Sickened and weak
Our families die for nothing, rotting bodies in the street
Years of oppression
Ignoring our cries
They strut around their palaces and placate us with lies
Years of corruption
It’s time to unite
Remember all your suffering and woe, we must fight
We can't stand it any longer
Hope is fading away
The arrogance of power
Grows more blatant each day
All that we’ve worked for
What little we’ve saved
Tomorrow, could all disappear
Precarious existence
One step from the brink
From losing all that we hold dear
We remember their crimes of avarice
We remember a promise betrayed
For now, we still sleep
But tomorrow may weep
In remembrance more bitter each day
The gentry feast on apricots
Pheasant, hare and port
With this worm-eaten rye alone can we truly be content?
Their fragrance is of ambergris
Their clothes the finest silk
The malodorous stench of desperation is our perfume
They prance and frolic at their
Opulent masquerades
In their mansions
On the
Hill
Freezing in our drafty and dilapidated shacks
We gaze upon their decadent display
We stoke our dying fire, hoping to survive the night
I clench my fist in anger as I pray
Wagering fortunes in their
Profligate games of chance
As they squander
Their excess
Wealth
All we have is bought with blood and selfless sacrifice
Surviving is a struggle every day
As I spend my final copper on a peck of rancid wheat
My eyes well up with tears of righteous hate
We remember corruption and villainy
We remember their plain disregard
For now, we may cry
But tomorrow, may rise
As memories burn in our hearts
We remember our rising fury
We remember our simmering rage
In our silence, we fail
Will violence prevail?
By blood will our debts be repaid?

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