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Where's my mule

Where's my mule?

Matter fact where the 40 acres?

                I'm half that and didn't even see 20

                                            ***

Am I invisible?

                Must be

                400 million, too many dead

                And they still can't see

                They couldn't survive without us

Lash, lift

               We only 12% now

               Lost in the crack

               The pinnacle of opposites

               Dark as night

               Being cast in ignorant light

               Losing our youth

Lash, push

               Every reason to fail

               Work opportunities scarce

               I think they forgot who paid

               We we're left to hang

               ***** of pain

               Destroyed with vain

Still we survive.

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Feb 16, 2012
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