Katy Queen

Gonzales per 6 APUSH


They think me a savage

Since I don't live within their cage

But we don't preach to them

With sharp words and sharper tools

They take the land that is not ours

But neither is it theirs

They plant and plant – they exhaust it

With no thought of regret or care

All these groups have hurt us

As though we are not human, too

Do they not see us bleed?

Do they not hear our prayers, our pleas?

They may not hear nor see,

But neither shall they enjoy their victory.

No – our tears will not be wept

For we are too proud for that