We
are the monkeys
Sitting
on the road
Parading
our begging attitude
Of
peanuts and bananas
We
looked confuse
With
walls drilling holes
We
can see; we can't run
We
hear we can't argue
We
are the monkeys
Jumping
up and down
When
the heat hit us
Feeling
the wrath of the sun
We
want to live
In
the jungle of our choice
Once
it was green and free
Now
we are in cages
We
are the monkeys
We
want to get free
The
chains around our necks
We
look confused sitting on the road
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