The elite eyes stare
From the heavens down to the sea
You are an ant or a mouse
They are the trees
Every stare and gaze cuts you deeply
Are you nothing more than a poor girl
Misguided in this cold world
A speechless specimen
With no importance or no voice
A powerless creature
With no wealth, fame, or fortune
Getting caught and tangled
In the world's web of deceit
Imitating the being the elite sees
Descendents of slaves
Suffering from perspiration
Tired from lack of relaxation
147 years have passed
Still slaving from a field to a factory
A pawn on a chess board
Fighting a battle impossible to win
Some see a satanic statistic subjected to sin.
How does one break free
To not mirror the image the elite eyes see
It's not just you but we
Are getting caught and tangled
In the world's web of deceit