A Spoiled Opportunity

"Does that star-spangled banner yet wave

/O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"

 

You stomp on the weaker ones

and ask why we can't get up.

Power says it's fair,

but we cry out

how it's not.

Do you see?

People are desperate for your Freedom,

But Freedom only waves to the free.

 

How dare you stand there,

while a father sells another’s sin,

and a child whimpers in fear,

because he’s judged by the appearance of his skin.

 

Why do you stand there?

You see it,

but give no help,

as a child is trying to get through his past,

and you shout there’s no caste.

 

You claim the brave are at home,

but then why are they drowning

in a liquid full of sorrows?

Because they’re fired without reasoning,

and won’t be alive tomorrow.

 

But as we fight against you,

You ask,

how does a country not give?

For it is, I, who gave you the chance,

but it is you

who spoiled the opportunity.

 

Instead of asking where was I,

ask, where were you?

When the father sells another’s sin?

Was it not you taking it from him?

Where were you,

when the child was judged by the appearance of his skin?

Was it not you making him whimper in fright?

Where were you,

when the unemployed are drowning in their sorrows?

Is it not you,

who take the job from them?

 

For it is a society that takes,

And the land that gives.

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