Drenched in sweat and wrinkles
With palms like the endless space,
Ripening through the ages rapidly
Dreams that withered too hastily
An eye to witness, never to see
A trusted plough against fantasy
Of wanting more ending up in
A reality of broken dreams
In possession of a thatched hut
And compromise as a gift
A wife, four kids and our cattle
Against a world of serpents
with sugar in their tongue
That promise to relieve us
But by now, we hesitate to believe
A world of hurt it is, to roll around
the flesh pit of Earth made of
Nothing but fake promises of bigotry
By powerful men who eat what we reap
They assure and embrace us but only when it\'s for their benefit
Those who speak against the \"king\"
Ask for our help and our chiefs
Think never for a second time
Before they turn us in-
For hands that have held nothing but
soil to fire guns that we\'ve never seen
They bleed us black and blue
But when their guts cry louder
than their money
We\'re loved, We\'re praised
We\'re finally to be seen
A whole nation relies on our backs
But our cries are never heard
And when the merchant of Death
Comes to take us
We are left with nothing but endless
stories and a dream yet to be.