And so it goes....

Yo Yo Yo, check check check this out.

The infant one, infant joy, the infinite spell,
The blood drenches, bleeds red and white,
The colors of our flag, as we raise it with pride,
But the sorrows spill from this infant’s eye,
We wear it as a sweater we wear with rage,
Hurt inside, as the sharp tool penetrates our guts,
Kicked to the ground, left alone all bruised,
Weakened by their presence, and now they refuse,
To treat us like the others, treat us with respect,
The city screams vengeance, the rebels yell riots,
The word in town, is that we’re going to pry it,
The right is ours; we have the freedom, yet we’re treated like dirt,
We were the last crumble, falling to the ground,
But now we are the arch being built and risen,
Now we’ll take the power back,
And everything swept from beneath our feet!