Insurgents & Insutls

As I walked through the free and still streets

Never have I wondered how I got them

Walking all around, thinking I owned them

Never realized it was because of the blood-shed done by my forebear

Yes, there were days where living on their own land was a burden

And we walk on them as if our past was uncertain

Yes, there were days when every being died toil

And we being the master now, contempt the soil

Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering

And what I assure, it was beyond what you picture

And remember just thinking about it for the day, every year

Is a shame my dear.