for the indigenous people of Fiji and Tahiti and the Hawaii’s
of Kmt, Samoa and Mali and the Philippines
of Mississippi and Alabama and the streets of New Orleans
I cried last night until my sheets were soaked
like a roaring river of broken hopes that belonged to all those who died so I could tell their story.
Long gone from here are they now and their legacies have been reduced to thrones of dusty rubble and lost glory.
Grasping my Ankh, clutching my shield and sword
192 billion and counting to Iraq
but for my people who are hurting, what shall be their reward?
I cried for the little boys and girls who saw the earth take away
what they never really had anyway.
A fair chance
Everything for the oil companies, but for us never even a glance
Until the glance fell upon you by the world’s eye
People Black and poor so I’m sure you and your mammy would never cry
But don’t bother getting this twisted.
Five days without food and water at the Superdome
and you dare question why Kanye resisted.
Uh oh, here they come again.
Tears marching just like the soldiers you failed to send in.
I’m twitching now wishing that they would please stop
Hey CNN don’t show those same looters again.
We saw the man with the plasma TV.
Could you cut back to the elderly woman screaming please help me?
Sure could have used some help from the Office of Homeland Security.
Thoughts racing, time’s a wasting, devastated citizens pacing –
worried about the hard roads they’re facing.
But honestly there’s nothing more for us to lose.
Time to pick ourselves up out of the cotton fields
and stop singing these blues.
It won’t be easy, but we can’t just let you take The Big Easy.
We know the devil chased little aboriginal girls along the rabbit proof fence
We know the devil still shoots Iraqi citizens under false pretense.
And it's only obvious that we know what we are up against
it’s called clear and present danger
Hope you're never trapped behind a Bush and need help from this stranger
I won’t even be able to cry for you because I have no tears left…
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