This Land is Not Free

  

You might not care at all and turn a blind eye

To the issue of the North Dakota pipeline

But this is important, let me tell you why

 

We live in a day in an age where we believe all are equal regardless of race

Black lives matter, don't build that wall

But we're leaving out the most important of all

 

What about the people who were here first, the people who are one with the land upon birth

We claim to support the minorities but compared to them, we're all a majority

So why turn a blind eye to their abuse by authorities

 

We've taken and taken til they had nothing left

The crime of the century, a dirty land theft

Deprived of their land, freedom, culture and pride

Yet still we sent them on a journey to die

The ultimate punishment, but what was their crime

 

These people are just like you and like me

They live in America, land of the free

So why are their values being pushed aside

All just for profit in form of pipeline

 

The land that was promised only for them is being invaded by metal and lead

Agreements being broken, history replaying again

If we had injustice like this, the people would riot

So why are we, the majority, now so quiet

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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