We are inspired by happiness and light
Toiling away through day and night
They are about dark and sadness
Coercing us to monotonous madness

We want to own what is duly ours
To own our land, our grass and flowers
They want us to be happy but own nothing
With their hands open and mouths gushing

We roam like lions on gleaming grass
Our grip on our freedom as fragile as glass
They slither like snakes whose prey is near
As they desire to extract what we hold dear

We will fight siege on our goods and rights
As they force their new order with malice and mite