They passed it down like the color of my skin
Mama had it, daddy too
Ask them how we got it – the story goes
Once upon a time not so long ago
My great great grandfather siphoned life from yours’s veins
like liquid gold
Made an industry importing lives
to provide more than enough for his children
Harvested your father’s organs
just to have a spare
Stole food from your table for dessert
Said Get your own.
when you ask for some back
In an act of kindness he set you free to a foreign land
with the clothes on your back and 3/5 of a life
You’re welcome.
Say Work hard become a doctor
Fix the broken bodies
born to your beaten children, yourself
Idiots.
We only wanted your hands
why would we lend one back.
Put a roof over your head once
Not again.
Ingrates.
I didn’t do it, my grandfather did
What’s past is past.
I didn’t do it my grandfather did
But what was passed was passed
And like a family heirloom I loved it
It’s lovely but it isn’t mine
We got ahead because we had their lives running through our veins
When they only had one
If I could give an ounce of your fathers blood back I would. I will.
Some how.
This might hurt a little.
Not as much as we hurt you.
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