They silently cry through out the night,
wondering where to go
with such little land to roam
and for their children to grow.
They are hunted for show
they are bought and sold.
They cant fight back against iron and led
that is being shot in their head.
Their skin is ripped and torn
by only the richest its worn
but they don't care because they run the world
they can do what ever they please
to bring the poor to their knees.
But tis them who sees the real happiness in life
unlike the rich man with a cheating wife.
Regenerating life is a dangerous mistake
for it is them whose life's are at stake.
They will be born without a voice
They will be born with out a choice.