From Home... That Was Not My Home
A legacy...
that was born out of hatred, destruction and humiliation,
A generation bred on the denigration that is thrust like a sword,
In one fell swoop, a homeless child no longer cries,
She is struck by the despondency of the situation,
Rising up to quell the occupation,
Revolution! Revolution She Cries!
The cries are silenced...
Melancholy stirs the air,
Hatred, destruction, humiliation... the circle is complete,
From Home... That Was Not My Home
A legacy...
that was born out of hatred, destruction and humiliation,
A generation bred on the denigration that is thrust like a sword,
In one fell swoop, a homeless child no longer cries,
She is struck by the despondency of the situation,
Rising up to quell the occupation,
Revolution! Revolution She Cries!
The cries are silenced...
Melancholy stirs the air,
Hatred, destruction, humiliation... the circle is complete,
From Home... That Was Not My Home
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