Sixty four years we’ve gone down this road
But you’re still so ignorant about them
How many times have I told you
How many times have I showed you
Those filthy rats must be slain
Burglars, tormentors, manipulators
They’ve taken our Mother’s belonging so greedily
thus made her limp
made our children cry
made our light dim
made her run more slowly than our neighbours
does
Sixty four years we’ve gone down this road
But you’re still so reluctant to talk about them
I’m afraid you are one of them
