We Know Who We Are

                                            

They steal our spoil

And loot our heritage

                        But we won’t let them

Blight our dreams

They renege their oaths

Compromise their promises

                        But we won’t let them

                        Make us gullible again

They beat us down

Feet on us to pulverize us

                        But we won’t let them

                        Crush us our convictions

They corner us

Offering us bribe to keep sealed lips

                        But why would we sell our birthright

                        For morsels of pottage?

They feed us with left overs

Clothe us with hand me downs

                        But we know who we are

Beneath the ragged apparels