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Flushed from the fields on the Malian steppe |
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Carved out from wombs that our fathers beset |
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As giants we sleep, where hopelessness ends |
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An UN statistics, we're counted and fed |
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Children of war, hunger, and filth |
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Dragged through the dust in our misery |
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Where you won't be seen alive... |
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In diamond mines, in textile looms, |
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As cocaine mules, and prostitutes... we don't exist |
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They take us young, borders be damned |
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From Bangkok to Juarez, on Sahara sands |
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Nameless and dead, on frontiers forlorn |
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We hate, loath, and curse the day we were born |
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On and on, we're taken |
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More lives, forsaken |
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Fuck you, you maggot, harvester of human traffic |
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So few, aware |
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So few, will care |
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Pray on, here after, where no God will ever answer |
