jueves, 20 de febrero de 2014

Refugees

I come from a place 
I come from a land
Where we live in disgrace
Where they punish by hand.

People rebel
Children cry
A living hell
Where dreams die.

We're pushed out the way
They move at fast pace
Our crime was to pray
They slaughter our race

They mock and they judge
Nobody is safe
The longest held grudge 
My name was Dave.




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