Is set at a distance determined by hate.
Sometimes it's a fence or a winding river or
A millionaire's idea of a made up line.
It builds up devils and strengthens their cause
That thickens the mortar of a blind man's brick.
The resorts of the earth have shielded their eyes
With elaborate cocktails and a well-oiled lie.
Mothers and fathers unknowingly condone when
They call their child anything but their own.
The colorful labels we put on their sleeves
Continue to tear at the fabric of we.
But let's not forget the arbitrary gods and
Arbitrary wads of paper stuffed down their throats.
Theirs is the diet of a bitter selection that
Leaves out nutrients that make a real connection.
Burn down this building built from our flags
And rip out the tags we pinned in our ears.
The foundation of language is learning to listen,
So unplug your ears and turn the ignition.
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