Apartheid in Arizona, slaughter
in Brazil
if bullets don't get good
PR there's other ways to kill
kidnap all the children, put
'em in a foreign system
bring them up in no-man's
land where no one really wants them
it's a stolen land
stolen land -- but it's all
we've got
stolen land -- and there's
no going back
stolen land -- and we'll never
forget
stolen land -- and we're not
through yet
In my mind I catch a picture
-- big black raven in the sky
looking at the ocean -- sail
reflected in black eye --
sail as white as heroin, white
like weathered bones --
rum and guns and smallpox
gonna change the face of home
in this stolen land...
If you're like me you'd like
to think we've learned from our mistakes
enough to know we can't play
god with others' lives at stake
so now we've all discovered
the world wasn't only made for whites
what step are you gonna take
to try and set things right
in this stolen land
stolen land -- but it's all
we've got
stolen land -- and there's
no going back
stolen land -- and we'll never
forget
stolen land -- and we're not
through yet
(Toronto, January 86)
Marco Giunco |
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