Perama, Attica: Carols of the Unemployed

Minister, may you have a bad day,
this is our definition,
we’re singing at your mansion
the carols of the Unemployed
The peoples die today
due to hunger and poverty
while the banks celebrate
loaded with a few more billions
The parliament gives birth
to our black destiny,
so we’ll soon go out on the streets
as many as a flood
And the peoples will chase
both you and your guard dogs.
Your dishonest generation
will have no place to hide
In this building where we came
the stone will crack,
and the peoples
shall live without you
Good riddance!