Friday, March 13, 2009

Permanent Refugee!!!

When I cry, I cry, yes I do
When I cry, I’m shy, yes I’m
When I cry, I feel like to die, yes I do
I wonder why, heh! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I shed tears, yes I do
When I cry, I’m kinda high, yes I’m
When I cry, I hide myself, yes I do
What a shame, heh! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I feel the rain, yes I do
When I cry, I’m devastated, yes I’m
When I cry, I feel the pain of my eyes, yes I do
What a life, heh! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I feel the anger, yes I do
When I cry, I’m a real danger, yes I’m
When I cry, I feel like to destroy this society, yes I do
Hell to this society, heh! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I feel the hatred, yes I do
When I cry, I’m a hatemachine, yes I’m
When I cry, I hate the politics, yes I do
What a trick, heh! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I hate all the politicians, yes I do
When I cry, I’m a hell on earth for them, yes I’m
When I cry, I catch all of their trickeries, yes I do
They love to be hated, heh! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I feel the hunger, yes I do
When I cry, I’m like Africa, yes I’m
When I cry, I doubt if I have any food for me, yes I do
They are oppressing me, it’s true, No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I loose my job, yes I do
When I cry, I’m so poor, yes I’m
When I cry, I stay on starvation for days, yes I do
They can’t fulfill the election promises, it’s true, No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I suffer racially, yes I do
When I cry, I’m an Asian, yes I’m
When I cry, I doubt about their intelligence, yes I do
They are just a bunch of sheep, rarrr! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I see the hatred, yes I do
When I cry, I’m an Indian, yes I’m
When I cry, I know they are full of stereotypes, yes I do
They are just a bunch of ignorants, poo! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I see the devil around me, yes I do
When I cry, I’m an African, yes I’m
When I cry, I know they wanna keep us poor, yes I do
They can’t suck us for too long, suckers! No clue, don’t know why.

When I cry, I see the ghetto everywhere, yes I do
When I cry, I’m an Aboriginal, yes I’m
When I cry, I know they have to leave sooner or later, yes I do
They messed up everywhere they went, losers! No clue, don’t know why.

I see you here, I see you there, I see you everywhere
Few days from now, you won’t be here, you won’t be there, I won’t see you anywhere
You are of out Asia, out of India, almost out of Africa, only few in here
This is my land and you are only few steps away to be elsewhere.

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