Tired, Hungry, Poor

You have to cut the umbilical cord

the one that connects you to your motherland

then you must leave your culture behind

and stand with us, you’ll find a new culture here

a better culture here

a culture of isolation, and violence, and fear

and year after year as we destroy more motherlands

and more and more refugees land on our shores

we’ll let a few trickle in to do our chores

and to fight in our wars

but they better bite their mother-tongue

and they better stay on the bottom rung

though, it’s not a ladder, just a stool

and it’s not the exception, just the rule

but only a fool would sing along

with every patriotic song

but we’ve all been fools

and we’ve all been fooled

since we’ve long been schooled

to praise the slave owners and the Indian killers,

to praise the bankers and the robber-barons

not the slaves and the serfs

who built the American empire

on stolen land

the tired, the hungry, the poor

who laid every brick and fought every war

who plowed every field and pounded every nail

who built every bridge and laid every rail

and died by the thousands along the way

or rotted in jails for demanding better

from sea to shining sea

these fine people who thought us

while the rich men thought me…

We should all read Howard Zinn’s

A People’s History of the United States

you can find it online at historyisaweapon.org for free

or buy a copy at most independent or used book stores

he covers Columbus’ encounter with the Arawaks

up to the start of our recent wars.




About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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