Malice in this world found,
pinning our kind to the ground.
Reduced are we to servants of greedy men,
following their orders again, again and again.

Family's dying our only show,
us who better have never known.

Marching towards endless wars,
that no purpose have to be fought.
Crying silently during the night,
for those who by death had been caught.

Made illiterate and dumb,
by those whose morals have been numbed.
Made illiterate and blind,
By the world's most cunning minds.

Experiencing never-ending suffering,
for the rich's very gain.
Us whose problems never end,
suffering during the night
and during the day.