My Country Tis of Thy People You’re Dying: Video-Lyrics

Now that the pride of the sires receives charity. Now that we’re harmless and safe behind laws. Now that my life’s to be known as your heritage. Now that even the graves have been robbed. Now that our own chosen way is your novelty. Hands on our hearts We salute you your victory: Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy. Pitying your blindness; How you never see – that the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory, Were never no more than buzzards & crows: Pushed some wrens from their nest; Stole their eggs; changed their story. The mockingbird sings it; It’s all that she knows. “Oh what can I do?”, say a powerless few. With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye: Can’t you see how their poverty’s profiting you? My country ’tis of thy people you’re dying.

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