Children of the Revolution

Children of the Revolution!
The statue of liberty is a lie,
A precious gift,
Now desecrated and soiled,
From the land of brotherhood
To a slave state.

Run by Wall Street,
Built on the dry bones
Of murdered Jews
And the blood
Of slaughtered Arabs.

How many wars must you fight
To cleanse yourselves of genocide?
How much blood will you spill on the sand
To wash away your sins?

You have spent so long
Guarded against the red
You have ignored
The sick blackness
That has festered in your soul.

In this land of the "free"
This home of the grave.