>>515076930 (OP)
There are fewer of you, and more of me.
More and more each day, you see.
You pushed too hard, and set us free.
You made yourself our property.
If you had just let well alone,
You could have made the world your own,
But you couldn't stop worrying the bone,
A Jew should know his strength's a loan.
And now the dice have rolled once more,
And fate has shown herself a whore,
And now we're kicking down your door,
It was 109. Now it's more.