You want the treasure
You want the chest
You the knowledge
You want our labour
Your greed for power
Is blinding you like quicksand
So quick and thick
Till you can't even hear
Our pleading despair
Till you can't see
Our wet cheeks
You want the top
So badly
You are ready to sacrifice us
You don't care
About our frowning lips
You don't care
About our blotchy cheeks
Nor do you care
About the disappointment in our eyes
