And the truth will be nothing anymore
if it is a threat.
Stand on young men's stones and still
issue no regret,

Just a warcry. Does it wound you
that they resist?
Declare your war, your call-to-arms,
this plague that you persist.

Little Thieves go to jail;
Big thieves go to parliment.

Announce upon them your act of VICIOUS,
Tell them you monitor the malicious.
Big Brother is Watching,
But We Watch Back.