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Our Birthright

By Wil C. Fry, Sept. 2, 2003, 23:17

Copyright © 2003 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Grit your teeth at the chains that bind
Working and striving, only to find
That this world will rob you blind

And if you don’t give a hundred percent
There’s nothing to borrow or lend
And you’ll have no chance to defend

We were trained to slide on by
In government schools (I cry)
We were told we’d never die

They said it’s our birthright
To be unique, wrong or right
No one said we’d have to fight

They said they would feed us all
Unquestioning quality’s fall
Then they lined us up in the hall

But when the gifts all have spoiled
And the grandeur has been foiled
And all the oceans are oiled

Nothing is left but the rocky soul
Granite inside this shadowed hole
No strength to play the role

They said it’s our birthright
To be unique, wrong or right
No one said we’d have to fight



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