We are the long forgotten sons
We are the long forgotten daughters
We are the ones led to the slaughters
We won’t retreat, won’t back down
We are the ones fighting in the mud
You can’t ignore your own flesh and blood
We are the ones knocking at the door
You’ll be the ones crawling on the floor
We are the ones you use as bait
We are used to help you lure
You always expect us to be late
We are the ones inventing the cure
We are the dirty and the poor
How much longer, give me more
We are what we are, I am what I am
We are all the Children Of Sam
We will rule the now and tomorrow
Rule through cheer and through sorrow
We are the ones you turn your back
Our days will no longer turn black
Corey Fauchon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-31/
