In a day like this
At a time like this
On an occasion like this
When the hunter returns
From hunting expeditions
With an empty porch.


Where is the hope?
For the hunted
Where lies the matadors,
When the hunter returns
With baggage of nothingness?

Where is our hope?
When the rays of politics
Mitigate not our hardship
Sending a recourse to an ending hope

Call back our progenitors
Let the beats resonate again
To rechange this change
Their change and our hope
Where is our tomorrow?