Bartered and Sold

He wore the keffiyeh and stood at the stand,

Promising freedom and peace for the land.

But behind the curtains,

the ledgers were kept,

While ordinary people just suffered and wept.

And the voices rose,

But the truth stayed low,

Behind guarded doors

Where the money would flow.

Billion-dollar fortunes built up on the name,

Of a struggle where everyday people bore pain.

Accounts in the offshore

and vaults full of gold,

While the dreams of his people were bartered and sold.

Bartered and sold… (ahhh)

From Paris to Cairo,

the capital grew, Concealed from the masses

who thought it was true.

The leaders grew rich

on the blood that was shed,

Leaving empty promises

and lack of bread.

And the voices rose,

But the truth stayed low,

Behind guarded doors

Where the money would flow.

Billion-dollar fortunes

built up on the name,

Of a struggle where everyday people bore pain.

Accounts in the offshore and vaults full of gold,

While the dreams of his people were bartered and sold.

Bartered and sold…

What was promised in the daylight Disappeared behind the walls.

While the many carried sorrow,

A chosen few had it all.

Billion-dollar fortunes built up on the name,

Of a struggle where everyday people bore pain.

Accounts in the offshore and vaults full of gold,

While the dreams of his people were bartered and sold.

The dreams of his people… Bartered and sold.

Bartered…

and sold.