Underdog (Zyklon)

When telling the fable of men The Demise of lies Let the Underdog be the narrator Behold the kingdom's rise Always being held down, the weaker part You see, that's the state of the art Father from truth, further from sight So whoever yelled "might's right"? A glimmer from the past The stronger can easily fabricate A life ending so fast Anything impious you'll ever advocate A glint of truth, a vision of rectitude Whoever took that as bad attitude? The Underdog will forever remain the unofficial hero Pictured in a golden covered frame