Disposable people floating down the street
They have no voices, they have no feet
They open their mouths but nothing comes out
They can't scream and they can't shout.
And once upon a time they WERE power
but now it's theirs and no longer ours
we've been stripped to work as slaves
and all the blood our ancestors gave
Lost all it's powerful meaning
to remember their names is demeaning
because we have lost any relevance.
But still there is a small chance!
Their names echo through time and space
Shinning upon us their long lost grace.
And we shall rise with them once more
to turn wrong in to right has they did before...
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