Its been too long, for me to stay,
I want no part, where art still lies,
The streets of youth, now old and cold,
This silent night, my walk for right.
I know this town, its peaks and tuffs,
The stain glass windows, its seats of power,
The lies men told, to keep their coal,
It stinks of guilt, they abused our youths.
We’ll keep it secrets, their hearts of greed,
They lived for money, they sinned for oil,
They run the governments, no tax to give,
The Panama papers showed it, hidden wealth they stole it.
A thousand shells, riddled with numbers,
The poor still died, hungry and naked,
The rich smiled on, stealing with innocence,
The good earth dying, they polluted us with their lying.
So look around, and smell the freedom,
The sun still shines, the news depressing,
Corporation still rule, the lives of many,
They call it social, but whoses watching their media?
By Julius Fa,