I take your land
Call it mine
Dare you to call it a crime
I put your family in restricted space
Ask you to swallow it
Never mind the taste
I limit your growth
Your mind your thoughts
I tell you to be thankful
Because, “Look what all this cost.�
I say, “We are the chosen ones�
You have no rights. Yeah, God made you
But he gave us light
With this light
We will put you in the dark
Treat you as enemies
Because we are God’s sparks
Who is your God? May I ask?
That you would be so eager to
Undertake this task
Is He of Love?
Is He of Hate?
Go back to the drawing board
Uncover what you conveniently tried to erase
Light cannot create darkness
Science has its place
What manners of wisdom have you ate?
That your hearts are so pleased to contemplate
Pain and suffering as what God would create
Then give you the power to perpetuate.
Billie Hill
