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Mother Land

You spit your words at us,
Almost as if it is venom.
You attack like a viper, with no remorse.

We wear our homes on our backs,
We work hard, and yet you;
You decide on what we deserve,
And you laugh and call us wetbacks.

My mother;
She doesn�t speak her native tongue.
She lives in fear, Afraid of what�s to come.
You decide on our basis.
What we deserve, to live or die.

But the truth is,
You shouldn�t get to decide.
Whether we live or die.

Some nights I think I can talk to god,
And I yell at the sky, asking him why.
The lives that have been stolen,
Before they even began.

I�m talking about Felipe, And Jakelin.
They were so young, and now,
Now they don�t get to live.

I�m so angry at this world,
It�s our motherland.
So I will speak my native tongue,
I will wear my heritage proud.

I will voice my rights,
For those who cannot.
For those who lost lives.

This is our motherland.
Love and Peace is yet to come;
But for now,
I�ll settle for the waiting,
The wait of the bell, that has yet to be rung.