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
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