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Mob: The Screams That Fill The Land

KY STEWART | REGULARS



For our brothers and sisters that were taken from us without mercy.


How are we supposed to recover

When you took us from our mother

Telling us that it was because of our colour?


Whilst we live in your regret

For creating our debt

Are we just supposed to forget?


The land that has been ripped from our feet

For generations starting from that first fleet

For our ancestors, we could never meet


So we march together, one mob under the same sun

For we are tired of having to run

From your constantly loaded gun


We will never be silenced so long as we understand

How long the screams have filled this land

And how you still hesitate to hold our hand


While you can live without the pain

You tell us we only complain

When your sorrys are all in vain


And my only hope for the new generation

Is that they can have a strong nation

That is free from discrimination


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