In Lockdowns And Barbed streets
We Get locked Up With no Retreats
Our Wares Get Obsolete
We Endure losses with Close feats
Is There Something Foul with our Deeds?
Why Are We Oft trailed by Heats?
Sometimes with Gods Piques
Sometimes with Tyrants Deceits
We’re Greatful To You O Elites
But Thank you! We Don’t need Your Tweets
Lord Save Us From This Defeat
Our Holders Are Starving
Their Children who want to eat
We Need Answers for our Pleads
Free Us We want To feed
Free Us We Want To feed