Sweet uproars of all activities,
Turn sweet and sour!
Uproar has risen amidst judgement,
What a generation!

Justice is rub in the mud
No equity,
Man has ceased to be man,
Justice perverted by the bourgeoisie.

Masses comfortable in their sufferings,
None to carry placards,
Innocents now live in the dungeon,
Freedom fighters are laid to rest,
While culprits gain freedom.

Masses are handicap,
Justice has gone to exile,
Bravery dead on arrival,
Where are thou?

Oppressed hearts smile devilishly
Will justice fight for itself?
When will justice rule supreme?
Many consciences seem to be dead.