The leaders we chose

The leaders we chose, they sit on a throne
They look down on us, as stars do from the sky
They watch us weep, dirt poor and hungry
They force open our hands, snatch a little more

The leaders we chose, they have taken it all
Freedom, dignity and the dreams of our youth
They have placed greed where excellence used to live
And brutality, where peace used to dwell

When we march in peace and demand our lives back
Rage rains on us like a ball of fire
They beat us, they kill us, they torture our brothers
But as trees by still waters, we stand and fight on
And watch…
The end of terror
Like watching…
The final kicks of a dying horse.