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Rape - loot
Killing the breed
Inferior to the white man
No justification
For oppressing a nation
Genocide is concealed
(..."Give me your tired,
(Give me) the poor
Your huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free..."...)

Canaan freedom
The final frontier
A fortune lies at your feet
Crushing the weakest
"Survival of fittest"
We're close at hand to our "dream"
(..."The wretched refuse
Of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless,
The tempest - tost to me."...)

I lift my lamp
Beside the golden door !
I will give you
Peace
You've devoured the land
Wealth is beneath contempt
You can't heal the wounds of our mother
The decline of our race
Marks the end of your trace
Your victims convict you of murder !

Progress - is danger !
The arrows too weak
Our history's even delete
Hush - up
Locked in reservation
The pride you'll never defeat !
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The Dying Race (2013)