Survivor by markperlin published on 2014-12-29T03:43:36Z Survivor Mark Perlin © 2008 The color of my skin, the tresses in her hair Don't even begin if you have not been there Who is free of sin when casting stony stares? They always win by stealing our fair share You don't understand Living half a man Never had a chance To do the things I can The child is returning from a most uncivil war Subjected to atrocities more wicked than before Meandering through byways of the dispossessed and poor Stung by the oppression that we've learned how to endure You don't understand Living half a man Never had a chance To do the things I can Raise an army, raise your voice, become the surging tide An equal and opposing force, calamities collide Free will provokes our destiny, the fates alone decide The nations are enjoined again to end the genocide In every living battle of the centuries gone past Ensuring our survival in the vengeful aftermath Shaken, shorn and shattered, crucified and gassed Crying out for freedom as we fall beneath the lash Give us back our freedom, it's the only thing we ask Fighting for our freedom, consecrated to the task You don't understand Living half a man Never had a chance To do the things I can You don't understand My people will withstand Awakening demands I become the man I am Genre slavery