there are animals in cages with no room to turn around    being sent off to the slaughter and sold off by the pound    and there are people locked in prisons    where the outcome's much the same    they get death for their convictions    they get numbers for a name    there are women kept in houses    full of mirrors and TV    forced to fear their drunken fathers    and throw up the things they eat    and the same men who grab them    while they're walking down the street    rip their profits and their pleasure    from the earth beneath our feet    have you ever seen the eyes    of a soul that's occupied?    have you ever had to face    a creature living in a cage?    have you tasted their flesh    or drank their fear?    have you ever seen their eyes?    there are fences high in belfast    where the working class divides    the priests play with politicians    while the poor folks fight and die    and the lower twenty-six you know    are also occupied    by sexism and heroin and neoliberal lies    there are children born at checkpoints    who throw stones against the tanks    they play games amongst the rubble    till the glass in their eyes breaks    and with this concrete wall between them    there's no human face at all    another bus is blown to pieces    as the martyr heeds the call    have you ever seen the eyes    of a soul that's occupied?    do you know what has to die    just to make the things we buy?    do you reap the products of their lives?    have you ever seen their eyes?    can't you see it's all the same?    making profit out of pain    rape and torture are the norm    in prison and factory farms    occupation genocide    out of sight and out of mind    would you still live this life of lies    if you had to look them in the eyes?    have you ever seen their eyes?