whoweare
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We are capitalist slaves with broken dreams.
The red and white are now meaningless streams,
and the stars no more etched seams
on a flag that sells deceit as equality.
No need to quote our anthem's wrongs.
We humans, we stomp across the delicate grass,
As if it were not there.
But if the grass were human, it would call you an ass,
Lift you up and throw you into the air.
We humans, we rise up into the sky,
