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Living in a White Man's World

We’re living in a white man’s world,
We’re living in a white man’s world.


The walls are growing higher,
And we’re down below.
Looking up at the heavens,
Wondering where we can go.


They took away the sunsets,
Covered up the skies,
With smog and pollution
So eagles can’t fly.

The streams and the valleys
Are black like coal,
No support left for life
To keep all of us whole.

We’re living in a hite man’s world,
We’re living in a hite man’s world.

And the walls grow higher
And we’re down below,
Looking up at the heavens,
Wondering where can we go.


And the bars that hold them,
Contain hate and fear,
So they can’t touch each other,
Or know who they really are.
 

We’re living in a white man’s world,
We’re living in a white man’s world,


And the walls grow higher,
And we’re down below,
Looking up at the heavens,
Wondering where we can go.

 

Kay Ekwall©2000

 

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