You turned your backs when I died;
When the clouds of despair oppressed me,
You said you were friends. You lied.
I was alone, afraid, and lonely
In a country that wasn't my own;
When I begged someone to help me,
All I heard were the words, "Go home!"
But you all enjoy cheap labour
Doing tasks you don't want to do;
Subhuman stuff from somewhere:
No. I had feelings, just like you.