the injustice must be stopped

There are steps to climb

The future we will not see

Maybe we are too quiet

We get cowed too easily

When we see the blues

We get rooted on the ground

We can't move or speak

We are told to keep quiet

The ruling elites gallop

Racing to the gold lines

They seek the glitter

They seek the wealth

But the blues will keep a distance

Allowing the ruling elites to dance

We can shout at a distance

The blues will turn around

The faces of Hades

The many colours in our eyes

We bow our heads slowly

Inside we are burning hell

The injustice must be stopped

We can't allow the bad to get free

When the day will hit the score

We will hear the good songs