Pain is my birthright
Sorrow is my inheritance
The children of blood and
the children of tears
Cry out together,
"It is enough!
It is enough!
We have fought enough
We have wept enough
We lay down our swords
We will bury our children no longer
We lay down our burdens
We will build our prisons no more"
The children of gold replied,
"We stand in the high places
Where time cannot touch us
Our eyes do not see
Our ears do not hear
We live lives without pity"
And death stood at the gate.
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