their faces always before me,
i feel the cuts on their fingers.
i hear the gutteral voices of suffering,
too naked to speak words.
my blood runs in their veins,
and theirs in mine!
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Of eating our youngOf betraying the futureOf lying to the mirrorOf remaining in bondageOf feeding our fearsOf constantly denying…That God exists!
you own nothing
your identity,what you have given!
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here come the tanks,backed by the banks!get in line or die!unlawful detain, torture retrain,and the bodies disappear.our bill of rightsadorned with Christmas lights,we face our greatest fears!freedom dont turn your guns on me!beat down, pushed around, still free.take my job, not my dignity!freedom dont turn your guns on me!