The land of look Behind We asked the lord to send rain, rain did not come. We asked the lord to feed our children, hungry they went. We asked the lord to shelter our women, frozen where there bodys lying silent and dead. We asked the lord to free our people from the way of man, slaves we all our now. So when the lord did not answer our prairs, we asked man. We asked man to clear the land of the dead, to put shoes open our childrens feet, to save a nation from famin an disease. Man said no. So today we beg. Our knees are blistered now, Our palms are drenched in the blood of the innocent, the poor, and the weak. For when the lord did not answer their prairs, and man did not answer their pleas, Only we fought for the nation with only the love of peace. If lifes were payed for with pennys and dimes, the rich would live and the poor would be left to die. The mother is the land, not man, fear resides the citys of corruption for they know the end is yet to come. Blood drovin paths threw the forest of deception may have been pained by the poor, but the rich will pay yet. The land will not trade peace for war. Today we burn the flags of our for fathers and together soe a new. As the people of the world, not of nation, we shall barry the lines in the sand, let man walk among man. Every hand shall be a helping hand, every house shall be our house, no man goes hungry while another has a feast. Your rank in the world should not be judged on wealth, political stance, race, or sex. The world should see the good man as the man who fights for land, for peace for the people; little are we the people, the little people struggling to survive. The good man works hard, puts filth on his hands, he provides the water to wash the blood of yours. A fool buys a suit, a wise man makes one. By SweetSativa
