When a tyrant is branded a tyrant,
And the people hate him, too,
The end of his reign is apparent,
The run of his rage is through.
When men call a liar a liar,
Tell schemers in fact, they do scheme,
When thieves are loud-damned with “You thieves are!”
Then justice won’t seem but a dream.
The stealer of wealth must be broken,
The killer of innocents die;
The anger of Justice be woken,
The light of her lightning fly!
The light, and the words, the impeachment,
The chains and the lone prison cell,
Where the tyrant will practise his preaching
And fill his own tyrannous Hell!
