Inside these walls
lies many faces
the faces of the oppressed-
the murmuring, the voiceless
here there is no justice for the poor just
this walls is not for everybody
if not for our selected poor head
the law would i've been blind
but at-least she can see the rich
even if she cannot grant our wish
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