Born of flesh from a woman’s womb.
I’m bound by the same laws that are you.
Freed from the fire burning friendly to my foes,
held captive by their frozen truth.
Born with no shoes on my feet.
No comb. No clothes. No books. No common sense.
All these things that have been given to me,
I release my embrace to make amends.

Weighed down by the anchor of prosperity,
Cast from the bow of a ship called slavery.
The salty sea that thrusts her sustain on me
Is clouded with the murk of complacency.
We measure all our burdens using different machines.
Some still count on their hands; some use smiles.
My pain is placed on a different scale.
I see now some use rulers; some use miles.
But whoever said that the green blade doesn’t bend
Was either ignorant or just a liar.

Invaded by the millions born.
Shouldered by the many many more unseen
Citizens of this united state of confusion.

Born with no borders in my mind. No color code to divide the kinds.
These invisible lines of national sands
Have shackled the land and sprained her hands.
The disparity I see disgustingly before me was rooted in the weed of supremacy.
It’s time to subscribe to one united tribe to lynch the henchman of hypocrisy.
But all these words and deeds that have been given
To you and me – I return em postmarked somewhere to history.

I was born with the call of the deer in my ear.
And the well of quicksand that holds my tears.
The traditional distance of the imaginary stone
Went only as far as the sword was throne.
The pamphlet to both calculate and hate
Was proclaimed as oath at the empty gate.
Now that the phoneline reaches well inside and back behind
The big wooded door it comes as no surprise.
But the memory of territory and space takes time to heal, let alone erase.

Protected by the countless sworn.
Frontline cries from the many many more unheard
Immigrants to this united state of confusion.