I can't suppress this hopeless rage,
Like an animal trapped in a cage,
Tortured by the constant thought,
That I should have fought,
To never get caught,
Die rather than try to understand,
The ways and means of the dubious man,
Instead I was foolishly paralyzed,
Thinking them or God would save me was unwise,
The truth is they don't give a damn about us,
To them we ain't souls and lives, we're just stuff.