My shoulders grow weary, as the world turns away
The battles from Little Bighorn to Iraq, the earth turns red that was shed
Ships bring people from afar to the cotton fields to be ruled by the white
From Bethel to Fort Blakely, black and white bleed red all in the name of cotton
In the streets, all isn't equal, as black, fight white, all in the question of color
Rioting in the streets burning down the buildings all to be fair for all
Colors of Brown, fighting the red, white and blue, in the name of God
In the sands, the planes fly to deliver the bombs that erase all below
Kids cry as their kin die in the sand, the rest live scarred forever
A land in turmoil for thousands of years, we marched in the sands against mass destruction
The leader that led from the palaces to disgrace found within a hole in the ground.
Two shining alters of truth, fall from the sky from above, death and turmoil from the planes
My shoulders grow weary, as the world turns away
The colors rebel from the streets to the sands all for a new day
The soldiers from the land of the rising sun brought burning ships to their watery grave
The soldiers raising the red, white and blue atop a hill called Iwo
The bird standing tall on an inverted cross from Greece, the world ready to kill
Jews paying a dear price for the tattoo on the arm that will last a life time
The colors die in the streets in search of that high that will make all right
Hands raised high, deserving not to die in a chanting he did not deserve to die
The 6 points tin ruling the streets for all to raise the flag of foul
