I'm too often reminded of this song by propagandhi:

Is this what we deserve:

to scrub the palace floors,

to fight amongst our selves,

as we scramble for the crumbs they spit up?

Frothing at the.. mouth about the...

scapegoats that they've chosen for us

With every racist pointed finger I hear the goose steps getting closer.

If they no longer represent us,

is it not our obligation... to confront this tyranny?