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The Land

from Citizens by Owensie

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swollen children of comfort
fruit of denial
hapless bodies of value
inflected with smiles

there's no line in the sand

in the land of free flowing water
there is a mantra:

we own the earth

in the hands of progress and order
only the weak shall inherit the dust


outcasts thrown to the margins
consumed in survival
figures, an unwanted excess
reduced to bare life

there's no nail in the hand

in the land of free flowing water
there is a mantra:

we own the earth

in the hands of progress and order
only the weak shall inherit the dust

enslaved to the border conceived
in the minds of our acnestors

the illusion of choice
that is weaved through the cloth on your skin

the 'right' you enjoy is the wrong
that's disguised in our excess

all hands bruise by the crack of the whip

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from Citizens, released October 26, 2012

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