Smiling as we groan
A nation filled with hatred
The poor feels the pains
As the plebeians labour in vain

Who can salvage us?
The souls of men wane
Crying for the liberty
Why the hatred of the conscientious?

People dance to the public naked
Animals bemoan the sufferings
The sky bleeds blue blood
Why do men hunt their fellows?

Silencing the souls of men
Marching orders of vagabonds
Hatred of the cries of the victims
Why honour the stained boots?