Beltalowda

We are Belters, this moment is ours, We do not fear death,we live in this void. The place where we go is the place that we belong. None have more right to this, none more prepared. Beltalowda! Du feri da Belte! (Free the Belt!) Beltalowda! Liwoda na aniymal! (We are not animals!) Every Belter knows hunger & thirst, Every Belter has felt boots on their neck. You hunted us and yet still we are here, We remain unbent, unbowed and unbroken. Inner history of taking other's homelands, We have no need of the feel of earth on our feet, We will not live on the scraps that you feed us, As long as a Belter breathes, that is Inner defeat.