Storehouse of souls

Camps are storehouses of souls People broken mentally Just tryin’ to pursue their goals Denied all human rights fundamentally

Camps are storehouses of souls Dead and fear omnipresent Authorities playin’ with individual fate to win at polls For some life truly is unpleasant

How could we blame the most vulnerable ones for running away? Hear them bray Again, they just feel like running away

Wars, persecutions, torture… Reasons to flee are countless Primarily focused on deporture This doesn’t even astound us

Camps are storehouses of souls Helpless children all over the map Look at their empty bowls Caught in a trap.