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I pass through the 
hearts of people,
I feel the storm of pains,
It bleeds and wonder
where help will aid from.
Can't your heart feel disame,
Can't your heart taste our flames,
Can't you see we are been laid
out our houses to be slain,
You said from top to bottom trice,
yet we didn't see this coming,
you brought cows as leaders,
thinking they could milk us honey,
lives are been snatched on a daily,
yet Cows bill on a steady
for plain dairy and cash out 
on our struggle,
By air you reincarnate forces,
By road you reinstall my innocent
brothers with a bullet and 
still torment us by buses,
By rail you rain is down with tears,
Now we understand your smiles,
of course change of burns to ashes,
change from knife
stab to dagger lashes,
My own sweat of labour turn barren,
while your own spending 
barrels of my sweat,
I seize into our nights of slumber,
in our own huts,
snatched off our soul in untimely
yonder,
My street cries vengeance,
but each vengeance become a pool
of your vegetable harvest,
my eyes weep in the desert,
I'm back to the beginning,
striped naked and dancing in
the bloodstream battle of vengeance
with all I can,
else my beautiful dreams becomes
a million bullet in my palms.