Land of the free,
I dare not to place my feet upon these soils.
For the fear I maybe judged harsher then I already am.
My color is tanned as the sand lays around the oceans that divides so many of those great mountains.
Yet, I get questioned by men of authority cause of this.
I look up to you, and ask thee where is this
Land of the free,
How can place my feet upon this soil if I can not be judged by the color my skin.
You cursed them when they built a tower, for they were building to close to the sky.
Giving them all different languages.
We call it the 'Tower of Babylon'.
I believe we all shall be to our feets upon the soils within the sands,
Wherever it maybe and run free,
Regardless of the tone of skin, or tone of tongue used.
One person shouldn't be able to control the destination of the soil
Regardless of where its at.
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