Sons of Peasants
I know them
Those sons of Peasants
We grew up together
I am a son of a land lord
Who is also a peasant
We grew up together
Deep in the country side
But they forget
They were accepted here
As part of
The baggage of civilization
Now trheir manliness has risen
And they find it safe
To urinate in my face!!!!
What a fate!
This social refuse, can now stand up to refute
Legitimacy, ritual, temporal power
Human rights and many others
These sons of nobody forget
They are supposed to be humble
These sons of slaves
Where will they be
When the trumpet sounds
