Freedom is paid for with the blood of the oppressed

Freedom is paid for with the blood of the oppressed,
Which pumps through their veins with every beat of their chests,
When a parent dies only children are left,
& when a child dies it’s so hard to accept,
The blood stained hands of the oppressor will never be forgiven,
As the legacy of his reign is forever living,
In the hearts & the souls of the mothers who were giving,
All they had to their child but now they’re not living,
Or they have a daughter with a bullet lodged in her brain,
& a son who was blinded by the weapons that were used to invade,
Our reality and theirs was never meant to be the same,
The term “3rd world” isn’t just politically correct it’s a part of the game,
To elevate the western world to a planet that is better than theirs,
When the earth is the land the human race was to share,
My generation was never meant to be aware,
Of the rest of the world and how people are living there,
We were meant to be blind to the pain and the wars.
And we weren’t meant to care when they started changing the laws,
But it’s evident that they were wrong because humanity lives on,
In heart, In minds and In souls it aint gone,
So I say you can plan & plot but we will never forget,
The pain and the tortures and the conditions in which they were kept
And when they stand against the oppressor we are with them
The humanity we share is greater than anything you could give them,
Freedom is paid for with the blood of the oppressed,
Which pumps through their veins with every beat of their chests,
Blood pumps through my veins making me equal to them,
And truth pumps through my arteries making me feel the pain with them.