untitled
we have no hands to work with
just arms to bear your weight
we have no heart to love with
just organs made to mate
we have no eyes to see with
just ears to follow orders
we have no soil to grow with
just endless marks and borders
censorship
subjugation
worn down
humiliation
we have no way to heat our homes
just the clothes upon our back
we have no food or clean water
just an empty pot turned black
we have nothing to take for granted
just some dirt and a few guns
we have no young or innocent
just a few guerrilla sons
need met
with exploitation
hell bent
determination
we have no future to look to
just a bleak day by day
we have no chance or ability
just a few minutes to pray
we have no stance or objective
just a need to defend
we have no religion or hope
just means to make an end
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