Get Out
Why do you think my land is yours
Because you want to live like me
What makes you think you can exploit my dreams
Just because I live where all are free
My fathers shed their blood for this
My brothers, sweat and tears
But all you see are the rewards
Rewards that belong to my peers
I toil every single day
So I can pass this culture down
To those who will not tarnish it
And sell it out for a crown
So why do you think my labor
Now was stolen from your hand
It's sad you live a hopeless life
In your twisted, futile land
You have your home, defend it
Keep your alien culture there
Too bad you cannot see the ones
That hold you with false prayer
Your fathers taught you servitude
Your brothers gave you strife
You cower in your sacred place
Afraid to look at life
God gives us a will to forge our way
When ancient ways prove vile
Release the bonds of servitude
Refuse to bear their guile
Stand and fight the menace
That is your father's creed
Or live your life in slavery
For that's what your culture breeds
Written June 4, 2016
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