The promise of prosperity
Its overwhelming you and me
It afflicts us like a disease
Ubiquitous compelling too
We cling to you like crazy glue
And inject such a potent seed
Its best for all humanity
The spread of culture
The sword of progress
The vector of suffrage
A warm and septic breeze
The pomp and elation
The duty and vocation
The blood of the hybrid
Its just a recipe
Re-living our ancestry
The frightful lack of harmony
Our fore-fothers who led the way
Their victims are still here today
Now its time to erase the story
Of our bogus fate
Our history as its portrayed
Its just a recipe for hate