The Politics of Racism
As if we have invaded their land
They resent us being here
As if it weren't originally planed
They resist our being here
As if Gods law wouldn't creep in
As if the prophets wouldn't cry sin !
They hate our being here
Though it were they that invaded
the land
Though it were they that brought us
in chained hands
And now that God has lead us out of
Egypt into the Promised Land
They stand with spears waiting
To pin us against the wall
(SPECIFICLY WASHINGTON)
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