An independence for a while.
Have we sold for comfort, the fire?
The fire which burns in our souls.
For three hundred years we’ve done what were told.
Fighting for freedom or digging for gold.
When is enough the cry of the babe?
We watched our men die or become prison slaves.
We work not for happiness, freedom, or peace
and our global reputation… Insatiable beast.
It is not who you know, or how much you will take, once the machine is built; Inseparable state.
Must we not burn the leash that doth bind?
To become free women and men.
What for our children do we stake
food stamps, microwaves, and paper plates?
Sex, violence, a culture of hate?
Not for I, I’d rather not procreate.