Birthright
I have a right
To a piece
Of the promised land
To my own share
Of the unyielding sand
And the unending strife
To earn my daily bread
By the sweat of my brow
And the fear of history
To rise through righteous
Indignation over the claims
Of my fathers brothers
To number my seed
As the sand where
Our dignity has fallen
To our knees
By becoming what
We abhor
To slay peace
For a place to
Huddle in the sand
To lay claim to
A wasteland only to say
I have a right
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