Starve کے بول

In the beginning People living their lives free They had their own culture and traditions Freedom comes at a price But one day this freedom was ended The state with your reasons remove them from their land What are you talking about? Work for us for food Or starve to death Mority, despair, death and agony Day after day They felt cold and hunger And if you don’t work, you don’t get paid They was constantly in fear of death Tears in your faces and when will be the end What are you talking about? Work for us for food Or starve to death Milions of deaths in one year Whole families without hope Children were born without life People killed in the streets I ask why? With these people Where’s God? Where’s mercy? Where’s respect? Where’s it?