Happy and green over there

But Dark and Smelly in my lair.

Oh, You Life! I ask:

“Where the hell is my share?”

In your gifts,love and success,

To me,you have never been fair.

God damn You life! I repeat:

“Where the hell is my share?”

The old man worked very hard

to plow his land all day yard by yard.

The bee spent so many nights,

collecting the nectar bite by bite.

Innocent as they were,they had put their trust on you!

and you,heartless lady, you  had to rob them too..?

Own it!

I am not only one,

Whom you have robbed bare.

Million more cry everyday :

“Where the hell is their share?