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Out by a shanty where the dust hangs
Far from a river where things green
The flowers weep and they away
From the blood stained beneath my feet

The thorns the petals on the rose
And the darkness the sound
Of printer's ink on propaganda
That will rule life and fuel my rage

I tried to bend my knees but my were already bent
I haven't stood a man for such a long time now
I called on my God but He was on that day
I guess I'll just have to on me, oh

Shall I tell my children if ask of me
Did I surrender my right to be?
Y'see, my daddy to leave this haunting ground
And this ground still haunts me

The September blows the seeds away
The harvest blown again this year but I'll return a man
I'll to me my homeland
"No grave shall hold my body
This land is still my home", I

But I'll return a man
I'll to me my homeland
No grave shall hold my body
This is still my home, this land is still my home

(Meanwhile, on the other of the world)