There're people at this time,
Imprisoned by this very soci'ty,
For trying to survive,
Dogged by the law once 'caught',
Never given a chance,
A Javert for every cop division,
Ready to strike with lance.
Will the poor, here, rise up against these laws,
That denies most freedom?
They have tried, and they might yet try again,
Bubbles in a cauldron.
So be ready,
Eyes wide for Enjorlas,
What is a life if it's denied its rights?
How many lashes 'til you're furious?
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