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