MY BOY ASKED

My great grandfather sighed in heaven As I told my son the story As told by my father as he was told About how wealthy his father was before them. Daddy, he says, something is on my mind You said great grandpa was rich and kind But he never went to school at all How did he build a life so remarkable, so tall? My son, great grandpa worked the lands Built his life with his own hands Before the strangers came and took everything The gold, our minds, the freedom we knew They stole what was ours and left us with nothing Then they told us the only way to be rich Was to sit in schools and learn their rules While they grew rich from what they took from us