Fear

Fear appear, crippling, severe
Burning acid in my throat
Survival seems remote

Thousand livid bronzed beasts
Effusive in the streets, moving east
Innocent onlooker, trapped in rage
While protestors are taking the stage

More, more, more we want
Never satisfied, pushing to the front
Fists in the air, feet stamping on the ground
Shouting, screaming, singing, unbearable the sound

Fighting for their rights with inexcusable behaviour
Thinking that their unions will be their savoir
But all futile, only numbers on a list
For your employer, you no longer exist

Sad but true, poor you will stay
Because of the injustice of your own people...

Written: 11.7.2007