I stole food
Food to feed my family
He killed a child
A child to sate his vanity

I’m to be confined
And he’s to be freed
To meander and pursue his greed
He is fined— oh right
Fair, for he compensated for the blight!

He has money
He has a soul
I , who is poor is to be stamped upon
Experimented upon and rendered none
For I’m a priceless body
Not a soul
Never a soul..

Crush my dreams
Embrace my screams
Feed on my flesh - there’s glut
And shower with my blood

For I’m not a soul
Never a soul

They claim they’re establishing justice
But how when the rich reigns the poor?
How when I’m beaten to death
And you’re out squandering your wealth

Justice is buried
Deep down under the boots
Surpassing the roots
Lost in the sea lost in the sky
I’m I able to fly?

They cut my wing
I’m no more able to sing..

Look for justice under the sea
Where, you tell me
Under the grave
There I wave..