The Oppresor

You frightening firmly plaza The city well known threatening monster The known high cost selling plaza The cry of the poor masses, You subject them to wear tartared clothes, To eat, on rainy morning you will see them peasant, Drenched in their robes, with hoe fitted on their shoulders, On the scorching sunny day they worked for you, yet no reward they get, You are the Leviathan, the beast You come like in human clothing still a monster, You make still-born promises, to deceive and delude, You take what does not belong to you, You play injustice and calls it justice, You trick the people to believe that you are for then, You the taker of the voiceless joy The misery of the people The persecutor of the nation The bad government of our state When we remember you our hearts flee to exile The chaos, the turmoil and violence of our provinces, Tell me! When will we wear sleeves? When shall we sleep and wake up in peace? What have we done to you?