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She’s abused and decayed

Crying from all the hate

She sees in our eyes

And hurt in our hearts



In the businessman’s hand

We are on separate planes

This is not right

If this is what she sees



The race that you’re running

The land that is yours

Is but an illusion

And no one smiles



When you see hate in children

Ignorance instilled

So early an age

Yet watch them grow up



Down in the microscope

We are one and the same

They are not alien

They have a heart, like you



Your gods will differ

And your values morph

But this land isn’t yours

She wants you to know this



Red is what we need

Get peace for greed

But this is not okay

By your standards



Your suburban lives

The privatized life

Shows no prosper

Yet you are most important



When will there be a light

Shining down upon us

Enlightenment and peace

To bring to the rest



She agrees with my eyes

That are blurred by tears

She sees all the pain

That her children insist



She’s abused and decayed

Crying from all the hate

She sees in our eyes

And hurt in our hearts