The Outcasts

Hear my people shout, the shouts of despair See my people’s faces that no one can bear Feel the songs they wail, the wails of the night C’mon people, come along On this trip to Calvary Here on the mountain our tribe dwells With its rocky little lane, and the spring way swells When the first light of hope dawns another day The faithful dogs breakfast on the master’s bones The ash of last night corpse feeds life into the leafy plots The shrieks of a child for a missing toe play the first song of the hood So hear my people sing, sing the song you’ve never heard With lyrics that burns us out, that numbs us through So hear it a bit more and hear us out Then you’ll see what this is about Once a fortnight the scorching begins They burn our homes; they kill our child They put us in chain, and rock us to death They call us witch, child of devil They put us on the run that never ends Let me ask you, what fault do we people bear? We the victims of fate, the victims of God’s examples If things happen for a certain cause For what cause do we happen? Why for us the life is darker than the night? We have skin but we can’t touch We have nerve but we can’t feel We have voice but no speech We have sight that’ll soon be gone But with our hearts still beat fast We have love and we feel pain We have hope like everyone We are scared as all men Where’s the justice that we seek? Where’s the kindness that we crave? We are named as living dead We are cursed by the Gods We are damned by the King We are the outcasts, the forsaken So drag on people! DRAG ON! Through the ash and debris Through the pain and sorrow Through the mourns and sufferings Hold on tight people! HOLD ON! The tide is coming We’d be washed through We’d be freed March on people! MARCH ON! Till we rest in the God’s chambers So raise the flag And roar the song As we go to Calvary