I'm bruised, I'm wounded, You take from me, I give freely, Without reservations, You come at intervals, You give me no time to heal, To replenish and rejuvenate, Death come to me slowly, You do not bother, You’re consumed with your intentions, You say you’re pressed for time, Where are my likes? Where are my kinsmen? They’ve been brought down one after the other, Your inordinate pursuit, Your callous attitude, Has decimated us, Who will be our advocate? Who will speak for us?