She talks to the ground.

He digs her a ditch,

Pushes her in

And backs out quick.

She cries quiet on her own

As he laughs out loud,

Talking for the world

To hear every sound.

Power to the rich,

Who doesn’t walk on her ground.

Power to the tough,

Who never back down.

She lifts up her head,

From down in the ground,

Power in her fists,

She wants to punch it out.

He takes out his fists,

As she lifts from the ditch

And they rumble and they tumble

Until the power has been played

In favor of her day.