You Live in Trova

  You stand in the land you own,
It's the land that your father owned,
It's the land that his father owned,
It's the land that his father stole,
But it was stolen first.   Because you live in Trova.   By blood or sweat or gold lust,
Crops to grow, or it's miner's dust,
You trade it or starve today,
If you're poor, you starve anyway,
You can't help, can't look away.   It's your life within Trova.   New coup, new King,
New rules, new means,
That land that your father owned,
It's the kings, but this you know,
For the future is metal, not stone,
Your future is not your own.   A peasant in Trova.   You worked the forged,
You're scarred and burned,
Gilded books, but turns out you aren't learned,
Strange men in the shops these days,
Foreign men in the courts these days,
Your future, ha, could never stay.   Not in new Trova.   Rusted sword, rusted plow,
New tools, new town,
Your house was just taken,
Metal box, inside baking,
Your future's in making,
Just a number on the line.   All for this Trova.   Our King always knows best,
Damned be to your family's crest,
The far men have your future in lightning laced cards,
For there is now power in Trova.   Our King always knows best,
And your value was made less,
Your family once sowed,
But his wheeled beast outgrow's
You can't eat while you owe,
It's progress in Trova.   So what if your child starved?
Don't you see that we now have cars?
Bathe in our richness,
Why fear this new sickness?
This is history that you witness!   We enlighted Trova!
We uplifted Trova!
We modernized Trova!
We...   Destroyed what was Trova.