Our people in the hands of the heartless

You the powerful little finger of Hu
the little finger raise and a thousand people slayed
the little finger raise and trucks full of blood thirsty army truks set out
the little finger raise they open fire on people with only weapon of voice
the little finger raise thousands are uprooted from their homes
oh that little sinful little finger of Hu

My that heart made of iron the best of its kind
That ear deaf to the cries of human suffering
That nose insensitive to the smell of flesh burning
That hand that rises only for torture
That ambitions which is willing to slay all that comes in its path
My that heart filled with lust for power

oh the helplessness we feel
the wrenching of our hearts on news of self immolations
The anger that dwells up inside but no words come out
As the world caters to the whims of the tyranies

The world which forgot Tinnamen square
and is eager for business opportunity
The world which ignores its concience
and dances to the tunes of the communist