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California, Mexico


This land has been alterd

every corner i turn

i see my people suffer

the fire in our soul heavily burns.

we've been building a land for generations

a place founded by love, peace and communication

thats torn down by srgragation

and the finger is pointed at our supposed alienation.

the white devil is greedy

he calims to own our land

but with out us he is needy

in time California shall fall in our hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jan Wienen
<p>The inner person is colored either love or hate. Skin color does not really matter ,,,</p>

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