Men and pajeros

Why do the evil and wicked laugh
As the poor cry and weep
They laugh at the poor
After leaving the paths and boulevards
without tarred and in red, covering the
eyes and cloths with the red earth
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why are there no schools that we
Can afford, that we can boast of its
Quality. Why are there many places
of abode for students yet could not
find places to sleep than sharing a bed
or under the sky and open air.
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why did the stranger left a vast land
after building our schools and hospitals
and our people sell them for their selfish
gains and at an ugly song and dance? Why
has the stranger left a vast land for our final
resting place and our people sell them
wanting to still dig their bones to make more
room for their buying and selling?
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why can’t we stuff the hospitals with
materials? Why should our pregnant
women deliver and be held in chains
because they can’t settle their expense?
Why do we belittle our traditional healers
even those who have been licensed to
practice under hygienic conditions? Why will
they always destroy these place left for the poor
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why do we pay our monthly donations to
these foundations and their services are
outrageous and unaffordable? Why do we pay
our health insurance and it could only take care
of ailments we can even treat? Why do we
belittle those who take care of our lives and
watch them leave to foreign countries ? At the
end the poor suffers and they only laugh their
hearts out: Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why do we destroy what they have used their
strength and blood to build and not found other
means to resettle them and their properties?
Why are turning all who want to genuinely work
into robbers and their children into sluts and hors,
vagabonds who walk the streets, who will graduate
into beggars and create no haven but jungle?
All in the name of filth and hygiene and not work.
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why do our farmers now want to also sell
on the streets when we have arable lands
lying waste and we hunger? rivers divide us
into boundaries yet we thirst and search
for water? why do we drink colourful,
odourful, and tasty water from our
taps while there are institutions and
boards to control and regulate? if not
for wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

O their cries rise up into the skies into heaven
Because man refuse to do something unless
The wind with its rushing sound there into the
arms of the maker it goes, ever ready to be
embraced who will put things anew. Soon will
be no more, their strength too, who will fail them,
a lashing rod ready for them before joining their
maker for a gnashing of teeth, there you will be:
oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.