I walk on land
(This Land is ours)
over the graves of red on red on red
on the dead
on stolen black
and I say…
I say why do we care?
Do we care about others?
When we eat…
We eat our young
We eat our old
Yet we say we care? Do we?
And I walk
I walk on land
(This Land is ours)
of lusty, loveless, greedy, thieving S.O. freakin’ B’s
and I see
I have seen…our naked ugly history
Can we see the hypocrisy if it was printed in white better?
What right do we have?
To feed their old
while we kill their young
caring too much about less
and not much about more…
more about us
us – a word you rarely hear
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