In this dangerous land
Everyday a fight to survive.
Uncertain of one's safety
And how to stay alive.
Thinking only of yourself
Our upward view is clouded.
Visibility is low.
The truth has been shrouded.
Year long storms
Start in September skies.
The clashes in the clearings.
Oppression in our eyes.
We struggle for our rights
In a troubled land.
The proletariat revolt:
Here we make our stand.
We fight against the one
To make them toe the line.
In this concrete jungle
We are the ninety-nine.
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