What are you doing here?
You don't belong;
Don't you see what color your skin is?
Move it along.
How can you speak to me in such a way?
So, my skin color is different than your's;
I have a family, I kiss my wife,
I carry the burden of lifes chores.
You are less,
Because of who you are;
You are unequal,
Because you come from a land afar.
I believe in God,
I believe in freedom;
I wish we could be brothers,
In this great kingdom.
We will never be brothers,
I will spill your blood;
My child will not be tainted by you,
I will crush your head in the mud.
You talk as if I have infiltrated your home,
This is my land, my heritage too;
My grandparent's grandparents were born here,
How can I get through?
There is nothing you can say,
There is absolutely nothing you can do;
Our people aren't meant to intermingle,
And you know that it is true!
You make me very sad,
For your child I do implore;
He will grow up to be an adult,
And he will carry on the war.
