WaR iN mY dReAms
Sitting in the high places,
Provoking people to raise their rages
Not for the good of the society
But for the deep pockets they possess
They feed us for their greed,
Then enslave our breed.
Are they our master or our one ??
They are none, but they act as if they are the one.
We fight under their banners,
Just to be treated as they are our owner.
It doesn't matter we win or loose,
Coz we were the one carrying blood under our Hood.
We were burying our brothers in the fields,
With eyes full of tears and heart filled with screams.
Are we living on the wrong side of heaven ??
Or it's all just a bad dream, just a bad dream.