You will all say That I am surely crazy Only an unrepentant pessimist Whose thoughts should be detained But facts are sterile Not vulgar nor sublime And they're not religion, they're for everyone And signify the times Today is a window Tomorrow the landscape All you need to do is take a look outside To know what we're bound to face The level of disparity, the common man The manner of destruction of the native land The poverty of reprisal from all involved And the scathing trajectory from the past Markovian process, lead us not in vain Prove to our descendants what we did to them Then make us go away