My People

My people die by the riverside, underneath the bridge on which you roam.
My people live in single rooms divided internally to give the illusion of a home.
Some of my people rely on your rubble.
The babies of my people are wrapped in single ply blanket's that you sell for the price of a double.


My people are healed by surrounding herbs and shrubs as they cannot afford,
The modern medicine with the same herbs they themselves discovered.
My people die more than yours - so their remains produce more pills for you to die less.
My people occupy the jails and return there because of a system which taunts them to transgress.

The economic downturn is caused by mans flaw in managing what God gave us for free.
When paying a demon to help bring down the devil, ones only hope is the extent of the demons envy.
We were designed to tear the earth on which we live apart
From the car fumes to the carbon dioxide and methane we fart.
Globalisation unifies business in one home where my people are mopping the floors.

That's how my people are...
Tell me, how are yours?