Throwing seeds to ashes
And yet we are surprised
The crop no longer serves us
Drought before our eyes
We are the damned and the forgotten
We are reckless, we are bold
Oh the ignorant, we fought them
But they’ve taken all the gold
"Why is there this river
Of blood?" she cried aloud
You'll know where to find us
When you look around
We are riddled with disease
You mothers lost and torn
The enemy has won again
Help, we are worn
Periphery is at a loss
Drowning relevance
Care too much about the cost
But it's the wrong expense
We've been warned
A hundred times, my god
How much will it take?
One more brother left alone,
Dying at the stake?
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