No Fear

The angry Gods
have made their choice
cut out our tongues
removed our voice

burned our crops
and plagued our land
broke our legs
cut off our hands

gouged out our eyes
cut off our ears
they’re angry,
we still have no fear

no evil we hear
speak or see
we’re thankful that
we’ll soon be free

they brought us to
the hangman’s tree
and here we hang
we’re finally free

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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