Your laughter pierces
The noise of darkness
Your singing deafen the silence
You've dine more than you need
While others were starving to death
You've been born
With a golden spoon
On the vast land
Your family owned
Just like heaven is on your feet
While your workers
Almost drain their sweat
Steel, concrete, barb wire and bullet
Contrivance to secure your greed
Those makeshift houses
On a dampen narrow street
Where the people like us
Built our lives on it
Were always an eyesore
Cause of governments neglect
Even on your grave
You define the line
You were built on a marble
Put a shade all around
But on a people like us
On an apartment like tomb
You can't even read
What the marker said on it
But god still righteous
To a poor like us
Cause both of us stink
Inside of whatever coffin
As our physical body depart
To dust we return
