In our democracy, let's make no bones

In our democracy, let's make no bones
The poor are pawns, in the game of thrones
The winners ignore and the losers try
To en-cash their every moan and cry

Helplessly they stand, watching the game
Hoping that the Shameless will feel some shame
In decades past, as we can see
A vain hope that's proved to be

Those calling for revolution have lost their way
They have nothing much left to say
Their angst burns them more and more
While the poor watch, uncertain, unsure

The status quo-ists, on the other side
Are resplendent in their power and pride
Planning how to entice the lambs again
How to make them forget thei