From a brooms stick to a bear;
We die, you dine and share
Our heritage, sitting on a chair.
We cry and shrink, yet you jeer
“Boys, take them far from here
Their tears ain’t welcome in here”.
Election comes we turn pair?
Please let me be crystal clear
Ain’t nothing new for ears to hear.
Do your worst make it flare
There ain’t nothing of you I fear..
Revolution, for loins and deer
Worse you can do is mar and tear
And on my scars, you drink a beer
But you ain’t going nowhere…
It may not sound all that fair
But the dirt that roam in the air
Has massed up pains hard to bear.