Working peasants march in the streets of a third world nation
Fighting the "rights" of the corporation
Resources all bled away
To foreign lands where people play
The profits funneled up the ranks
Into the coffers of the banks
While in the hills the people wait
For their fair share to fill their plate
Their knuckles bare their backs all bent
Their youth in working days they spent
I see them marching in the street
My heart feels their foot beats
Profits of the nation Profits of the people
Did you really think that we're all equal?
Revolution marches on
What will be when we are gone?
Peasants & Profits
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