native son
like not everyone
born here
land of free
oh my
ah me
so when the land they leave
is why
cos they too wanna live
and not die
but what of this
would one such as i know
of it
none
nothing
nada
the sorrow of today
and tomorrow
is a page
of pink and red
blood on all our hands
of the earthly loam and land
be on time
stay alert
first strike
nine eleven
i d like to forget
omit
the elide
to slide
to flag
waving
right wing lying jerk asses
pin flags
on lapel
dis inform
the morn
dawn too knows
we were
there til the end
but lost
the cost
is still being counted
after all
