North, South, East and West
Women, men and kids in Sunday best
hopes high for better lives
plot right away for their beehives
The land is vast the buildings tall
Trains long and warehouses full
No more short lives
In a day you can have a year
if you can digest quick
This is the promised land
a ghost mumbles
Thousands of days I have worked hard
Happy or not it does not matter
the fruit was taken
So much is unfair
I seek justice even when it hurts