from China cultural

Born a slave to the land,

will the lord lend a hand?

Born of a long line,

that knows how to kill.

He tells you you’re fine,

go and plow that there hill!

He just plays and he sings

and you think he has wings?

Can afford his own mirth,

by the right of his birth!

That’s just the way o’ things,

’cause we weren’t born Kings!

Us, slaves to this land,

who’ll give us a hand? 

 

 

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