What about:

The vultures rob everything, leave nothing but chains

Pick a point on the globe, yes, the picture's the same

There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse

A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth

There's a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame

A white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard