The Hawaiians are Dead

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So much rage, we don't know how to be but angry

So much pain, we pry, "please don't let anyone change me!"

In a sea full of people

The church steeples

Rises...

The Hawaiian flag lowered

All there is are tears

Tears turn to screams

And scream turn to rage

Rage against the machine of America

Fight with bleeding fist

But we were silenced

Strips of our flag cut, torn, and ripped

Rise

The American flag flows in the wind

Now the Hawaiian race is dead

Our hearts now blue

Our eyes now red

Our faces turned white

 

 

 

 

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