Lies About Burgurundi

They paint our land as broken, vile, and weak
Say our people are savage, our voices bleak
They tell the world our soil is cursed
While their hands are fat from what they’ve nursed

They say we fight, they say we steal
They claim our hunger is our own ordeal
But every famine, every stolen gold
Comes from their grip, their lies, their hold

Lies about Burgurundi, spread across the skies
Occupied and plundered, yet they demonize
They point their fingers, but we know the truth
It’s not our land, it’s them that’s uncouth
Lies about Burgurundi, don’t close your eyes
The thieves wear crowns, the traitors disguise

They built their stories on our pain
Turned our misery into their gain
Every rumor, every twisted tale
Hides the blood in every trail

Villages burn, children cry
Yet they claim it’s because we lie
They laugh while leaders sell our fate
Blame the victim, that’s their state