unjust
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Feet dragging, limbs hanging, eyes distant in their sacks.
When old women's families send them here there is no looking back.
They heap their sorrows, pray for tommorows,
The halls are dark and dumb.
I want to know why the sky is blueAnd why Death must come so soonWithout warning, life is dueBut not ever knowing why the sky is blue. I want to know where the willows lie--Why their hearts can never dieAnd Mother Earth will always denyWe're sea
O’ America what was your name before they stripped you of your identity?
How does it feel with all that blood within your soil?
Does it displease you that people have ruined your good name?
I am greed, want.She is need, lack.
I am anger and frustration.She is hope, tenacity.
She is yellowamidst the grey that I'm become.
But I am success, money.And she is poverty, dust.
