there are animals in cages with no room to turn around nbeing sent off to the slaughter and sold off by the pound nand there are people locked in prisons nwhere the outcome's much the same nthey get death for their convictions nthey get numbers for a name nthere are women kept in houses nfull of mirrors and TV nforced to fear their drunken fathers nand throw up the things they eat nand the same men who grab them nwhile they're walking down the street nrip their profits and their pleasure nfrom the earth beneath our feet nhave you ever seen the eyes nof a soul that's occupied? nhave you ever had to face na creature living in a cage? nhave you tasted their flesh nor drank their fear? nhave you ever seen their eyes? nthere are fences high in belfast nwhere the working class divides nthe priests play with politicians nwhile the poor folks fight and die nand the lower twenty-six you know nare also occupied nby sexism and heroin and neoliberal lies nthere are children born at checkpoints nwho throw stones against the tanks nthey play games amongst the rubble ntill the glass in their eyes breaks nand with this concrete wall between them nthere's no human face at all nanother bus is blown to pieces nas the martyr heeds the call nhave you ever seen the eyes nof a soul that's occupied? ndo you know what has to die njust to make the things we buy? ndo you reap the products of their lives? nhave you ever seen their eyes? ncan't you see it's all the same? nmaking profit out of pain nrape and torture are the norm nin prison and factory farms noccupation genocide nout of sight and out of mind nwould you still live this life of lies nif you had to look them in the eyes? nhave you ever seen their eyes?