You look at me
You think I know nothing
Family worked fields on our land
Put on coffin ships starving
Sent to strange land
Need not apply
We don’t want your kind
Go nurse other babies
Clean toilets, dig graves
Invaders still hold our lands
Names changed language removed
Bearing names of killers
Facial features of masters
We are not so different
I clap on the downbeat
We all assume
We all need to ask
What’s your story?
Religious Refuse 
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