What happens when you knock us down,
Or blacken both our eyes?
And just when you try and bury us,
We surprise you as 'We Rise! '
We aren't at war with a religion,
But a religion is at war with us!
And we die to protect your freedom too,
As you throw us beneath a bus.
Your native lands receive many billions,
So a few now rich tribes bear
A very new type of poverty,
That is called social welfare.
Our people are the ones who are
Lifting your people everyday.
It's our dollars and sweat and blood.
That sends bread along your way.
So why not cut through the hatred,
And for once reason with your mind,
Does killing the hand that feeds you,
Bear the retribution you shall find?
Whenever you raise a sword toward us,
And cause us to slip and fall,
You only strengthen our resolve,
To come for you one and all!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful poem Robert. I like the rhythm scheme, and its flow. As for the meaning, I believe it's a bit hard to swallow for some people, I must say :))