He has taught
His wife and children
Bow your heads
Eyes look down
When passing
The indigeonous
For there is
Hatred all around.
Its not that they
Are different
To those born in
A foreign land
They eat and sleep
Pay their bills
Keep children
Safe from harm.
But our rulers
Who sit on high
Upon the gravy train
Rule by division
For their mistakes
Someone to blame.
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Author:
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- Published: July 1st, 2025 01:13
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