Have a great relationship with natives.
The old story of how we came and took their lands,
Has always made me feel real big.
And of course my language indicates my colour,
And by colour I mean state of mind.
They may as well live in another universe,
For how much they're welcomed in the country, I find.
And now they're standing up for their rights,
Not even 200 miles away from here.
That's the same amount of years that they've been fighting,
An enemy that's always waited out the years.
And it's alright,
Even though I'm distracted right now,
I'm almost inclined to join them in protest,
Though, with my job, I don't know how.
No comments:
Post a Comment