We are the ones who work the land With our blood sweat and tears. You just keep stealing the profits All the months, along the years... We are generations and generations Of landless slaves, Scavenging crumbles for food And a place to dig our graves We are the ones who feed the land Slaving in this man made hells And again a few "Cains" Murdered a thousand "Abels" Property as an artificial concept To subdue and to dominate, When 10% own all the land Death and Poverty seal your fate... You cannot own the wind As a wolf owns the lair You cannot own the land, Nor the freshness of the air No More starving workers Our struggle, our fight Land and Freedom for everyone That is our Birthright Land for those who work it An army of Pariahs about to blast No Peace on Stolen Land People first! Profits last!