Ballad of the Oppressed
I do not fear one that bleeds like me
My death is certain, we are born and raised to leave
It is my name that shall live when my shadow runs to flee
It is my child that shall rise to walk my land as free
My enemy looks me in my eyes and tells me lies
he tells me, we are peaceful, but I can hear my people cry
This is my land, so please my oppressor tell me why
Tell me why, I should not resist until I die
Tell me why, I am evil when I ask for my rights
Why I should stay peaceful, and live among imprisoned minds
Tell me why, the genocide on my child, is called fighting crime
and when they cheer over a dead body, I should not cry
I cry for all that seek freedom, and are killed from the sky
There is no bravery in a coward, only in a lion on the mountain top
There is no martyrdom, for one that murders an innocent child
Oh you, who holds my life in your hands
How dare you tell me, with what God I should stand
God labelled me your brother?
But my brother, you are my oppressor and the thief of my land
It is you that deprived me of the pride that my ancestors had
It is you, that stole my history and taught me to kiss my murderers hand
You made me sing songs to praise the cause of my death
You say this land belongs to me too, but my name is not on the map
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