where does it hide, the modern thief?
our body scarred is now their fief
in stock exchanges, in market trends
virtual lands and virtual rents
a drop of laugh in life so brief
a brutal torrent of rage and grief
the spectre rises we dance in fire
to wane your power and your desire
feel inside the scorching smoke
a saving tempest in us awoke
feel inside a bloodless heart
my swifter word a magic dart
you waged on us a war so cruel
you killed our kin to get a jewel
if future children you try to sell
forever more we’ll sing our spell