In this place we call home
In this place we call home,
The land of the free
There are many a color and creed
In this place we call home,
This land where we're free
We have liberties to speak and dream
In this place we call home,
Where the child can learn
Where the poor can reach what they yearn
In this place we call home,
Where the peoples heart burns
We can conquer without concern
But, in this place we call home
We are bought and sold
ignored and left out to the cold
But, In this place we call home
There are children trucked in
to be sold as sensual skin
But, in this place we call home
The doctor is not who he seems
Drugging the artist who's thought is to motley to see
But, in this place we call home
The people are blind
To what's honestly killing from inside
We're on our way down
But most don't see
We wont have a chance
If we don't break free
We have a break now
'fore we go to the dogs
To open our eyes and see
The politics are warped
But we can still manage
To win back our liberties
Open your eyes
Reach out your hand
'cause it's time to read between the lines
This place we call home
Will burn to the ground
With all it's people and freedom inside.
If we do something now
We might have a chance
To save us all from the fire.
-M.E.C
Open your eyes
Reach out your hand
'cause it's time to read between the lines
The Citizens Commission on Human Rights will help:
http://www.cchr.org/
Comment Wall (7 comments)
You need to be a member of Poets for Human Rights to add comments!
Join this Ning Network
RBK