The mill of injustice will grind you,
and leave your waste to the factory of inequality,
where your waste mingles with the tears of sorrow and anguish.
This factory creates a new creature runs in its veins the roar of a subdued soul.
The repressed soul boils in the veins like the boiling lava.
That lava raging with mad rage across the towering mountain of injustice,
which has become an imposing edifice,
on which the fallen human nature prides itself.
The fallen human nature that embraced oppression and injustice as a temple of all its pagan gods,
that it has invented to justify its contempt for its own race.
This temple grows and grows,
forgets that beneath the ashes is a latent fire,
and whoever sows thorns reaps wounds.