Why am I treated like this from a human made from bones and flesh?
Why god created me when his slaves betrayed me?
Why a place called home is being shredded to pieces of stone?
Why my hair is burned up, my skin is blown up, and my tears are dried up?
Why do you think you're strong when my soldiers can wipe you gone?
Why you brag and brag when you can't stand a minute without my breath?
Why you eat the weak where if I opened my heart, you're burned like wheat?
So why?...why you act like you own me when you know for sure that one day I'll breakout free...and there will be nothing left but history.
I'm your mother, I should be treated better.
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