Being pursued by a mob of people
Faces scary and fearless
Holding sticks and daggers
Ruthless and belligerent;
Like lions;
look for who to devour
Coming after me
A rubber tyre over my neck
Ready to light a spark
begging and begging
Like a beggar
Almost dieing;
Gasping for breath
Dieing for a crime;
I know nothing about
In a haste;
To light the fire
Getting burnt;
as a matyr
Being accused of stealing;
Which i never did
Dieing a painful death
A painful death of humanity
Jungle Justice