The future steps in, wide gait mesmerizing
Will our people be met with grace
The starving tide of the greedy hand
Or a safe-house, built-in love to give
If it be that greed does seed upon our dreams,
Make no mistake, swords in hand we will stand
A love can enfold to have and to hold or even yet
A rage can wash away every slave owner’s wish
We can be one power, standing against a past
The one of shackles and locks to be bound
Every penny aside, embracing life’s bliss
Starving the governors, ignore their duress
Stating the clue, saving grace to the elite
The last time we sit, watching it go down
Our work far from the politics obscene
Artisans who know the difference between
Puppet masters may dance on man-made strings
Strings that will be cut with a slash and a ring
Hear the next generation’s warnings true
Embrace our open arms or be cut down, no remorse
– Johnny and Lisa Ojanpera
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