A song for all of those who shot and missed

PropagandhiShowdown, 1993

Welcome to this world imbued identity
Born, tagged, tattooed, pacified
Generously bestowed my rights and privileges
Replete with arbitrary values ascribed

There’s nothing I can tell you, there’s nothing I can say
Stunted conversations, censored thought
I’m completely free and liberty guaranteed
Unless, of course, you decide I’m not

But I won’t be resigned to
Fall in line behind you

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