| Under Iron Feet |
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| We play with paper dolls and |
| Make the people get down and crawl |
| Smile with uneasy hatred |
| And catch the fruit when the tree is shaken |
| Suck the juice until the skin is grey |
| Call us the masters of this place |
| We are the living whose lives are taken |
| Our voices dead and our families broken |
| We collapse into the street |
| They tell us «Paradise under iron feet» |
| «Love your master and God will love you to.» |
| Call us the slaves of this… |
