by Trevor Kellogg | |
Published on: Dec 7, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Dear society, who are we? I thought we were free? Dear society, who am I? I thought I was me? I came from my past But its left my future I ask you again, who am I? As you whip me down I ask you again, where am I? As you hunt me down You won’t tell my who I am Because I had culture You won’t tell me where I am Because I should be free A mind is content with answers But with nothing, we can’t even see Since I have been erased I must now adapt my race We will fill the missing link And form our culture on the brink We fight, not for us But for the liberty of this country We want to see society fall So tomorrow this nation stands for all « return. |