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Chapter 11
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Why do we call them the enemy
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this struggling nation
we've been bombing across the sea?
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Why do we want these people to die?
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Why do we say North and South?
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Oh, why, oh why, oh why?
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That's just a lie
one of the many and we've had plenty.
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I don't want more of the same,
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No more genocide in my name! |
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Oh, why are our history books
so full of lies
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when no word is spoken of why the Indian died
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or why the Chicano love the California land?
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Do all books say it was discovered
by the white men?
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That's just a lie
one of the many and we've had plenty,
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I don't want more of the same,
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no more genocide in my name!
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Oh, why are the weapons of the war so young,
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and why are there only older
men
around when it's done? |
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Why are so many of our soldiers black or brown? |
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Do we say it's because they're
good |
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at cutting yellow people down? |
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That's just a lie |
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one of the many and we've had plenty,
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I don't want more of the same, |
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no more genocide in my name!
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