Back in the day there was a boy, hardly a man,
Struggling, going, and proving his worth
Hair askew, clothes poorly chosen, with a laborers’ tan
He used to find pity but now there’s a dearth
Of people willing to see his worth.
This boy grew and grew and fought against his father too
And what was he supposed to do
When all his father did was screw him over and over again
Out of every promise, every dream, every call, every opportunity?
So he stuck his stuff in a bag and went to a land far far away.
He had 12 brothers with him and they lived in constant fear
Nothing but a ramshackle, put-together, shack keeping them out and clear
So the boy, hardly a man, with his hair askew and his laborers’ tan
Went out in the field, went to the factory and worked and he worked
Till’ his father released his grip on the 13 boy clan
But just then, one of the brothers wanted more and more
He knocked on the shack of the brother next door
And the two of them were willing to implore the other 11 waiting.
They made a pact, a secret, an article of will
An agreement worth nothing more than a historian’s thrill until
The brothers, decided to make their agreement a declaration.
But these brothers, they were not the coven they thought they were
They invited more and more people, of different race, of different creed
Yet the brothers were nothing like they claimed to be
And as they ruled the continent supremely as one being ought to be
They forgot the citizens that had the same dream as he
As they boy, hardly a man, his hair askew and a laborers’ tan.
Now his tan is gone, with bleached white skin shining through
He doesn’t even know the colors of his own true flag
But what is he supposed to do
When his prejudices, his racism, his true colors have gone through the gamut
Tested, tried, and true.
The people in his sovereign cry out “Dearest one you know not what you do!”
Yet he hears them as uncouth
The women cry for justice, minorities for peace
The boy, hardly a man, just wants them all to cease.
Yet the voices are crying louder, more and more adding on within
But he thinks the nukes, the walls, the guns, the silence will shield all of his sins
There will be a day of reckoning, the boy will have to face
Even a big, strong superpower cannot forever shield its face
When day after day, it hurts the ones that have shown nothing but love
And leaves the people helpless like forsaken turtledoves.