The Rat Eaters (Byzantine)

Oh God I feel I have lost my flock We are scattered and without reason There is no strength in our stock The wolves pick up on our weak scent Trapped by a system that heralds discrimination Underneath an unclean sun your caste will be revealed Wallow in servility your branded the Musahar Toiling while the hours pass so slowly like drifting dust Held by laws obscene by all is our unfortunate gift to the world Victims of a religion that blackens me as my neighbors' slave Bodies filled with poverty burns slow above the fire Violence from the provocation of shadows touching higher castes Oh God I feel I have lost my flock We are scattered and without reason There is no strength in our stock The wolves pick up on our scent Inside on hallowed sins I pray To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide Inside on hallowed sins I pray To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide Oh God I feel I have lost my flock We are scattered and without reason There is no strength in our stock The wolves pick up on our weak scent