Smoke ruling over air,
I can’t breathe no more.
Swimming in poisoned water,
Fish can’t live no more.
A house of glass cards,
Breaking down into shards.
It’s taking too long,
For the people to hear the Serengeti’s song.
Eyes are useless when the mind is blind,
I am ashamed to proclaim “These people are of my kind”.
Strider's verse 