The Chorus of the Doomed
A girl who clutches her trembling legs
her frame for final salvation it begs
there is no protection to obtain
just crude abuse; an innocence to feign
A boy who clenches his bony fists
no flesh is remaining on his wrists
there is no morsel left to chew
just groaning void; an ache to subdue
(Chorus)
Who looks after those
who mankind simply throws
bogged down by their destiny
left to simmer in tyranny?
Tell me, all you society’s helper:
Will the rich, the monarch or the despot give shelter?
A woman who lies in wretched waste
with scars and marks her body is traced
there is no hope for her to spare
just raw ordeal; an oblivion to wear
A man who cries to no avail
is caged in ruthless poverty’s jail
there is no money here to squander
just vacant treasures; a survival to ponder
(Chorus)
Who looks after those
who mankind simply throws
bogged down by their destiny
left to simmer in tyranny?
Tell me, all you society’s helper:
Will the rich, the monarch or the despot give shelter?
