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[bodytext] => Pinch me, maybe it's all a dream I'll wake out of sleep screaming Maybe this wasn't really happening Trial without a jury making scapegoats out of you and me So why do we hurt our sisters and our brothers? And punish one another Simply for the differences in our appearances We can't just walk in and take what's not ours Those who write the rules gave themselves all the power We took, borrowed and stole without giving anything in return How do they expect our children to learn? They keep their kids learning in better schools Yet the native children are left without the tools Education is a right, not a priviledge But no one seems to be getting the message I doubt if anyone is even interested. Put yourself in their shoes: What type of education Can you gain living in segragation? And when your stomach's moaning from starvation In a house that's not a home but called a reservation They all say our children are our future generation They're ignorant to acknowledge their social frustration No wonder so many of them are tired of being alive, Contemplating suicide, When opportunity doesn't over look them, just passes them by Another ornament on the white man's shrine. But...maybe this is all still just a dream Tossing and turning in my sleep And when I wake everything'll be the way it's supposed to be but something tells me we haven't seen the last of this history... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 474 [topic] => 41 [informant] => gospel.apostle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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