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I Want To Go



I WANT TO GO

I want to go!
I want to go back to that to that place I came from.
I want to go back to that place where peace exists.
I want to go!

I was born into a land they claimed flowed with milk and honey.
A land they claimed was free forever.
A land they claimed possessed all the secrets of life.
But now, I want to leave forever.

We’re ruled by people who beg to be in power.
Today, we blossom; tomorrow, we die like a flower.
They promise me the best of things on my 8th day here.
But now, I want to go; I want to leave all of these here.
I want to go!

I arrived with laughter; they said it wasn’t enough.
So they pinched me and I cried because they wanted to laugh.
When I said I wanted to go, they offered prayers to God.
When I offered to stay, they dribbled me like players abroad.

When I put my foot down,

They put little socks around it.

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