Our Land Back

Weaving past futures

And not yet threads of a story

Ending in the present

Always late arriving

Who holds our stories?

Who takes our land?

Who knows what happened?

Who knows what happened?

In South Carolina

In New York, in Palestine, in Iran

Who knows what happened?

Post-ponder chaos

A light at the end of what can't be illuminated

No stars under our feet

A revolving core

A fire coming back

Who knows the story?

Who knows what happened?

In Ethiopia

In Nigeria

In the so-called Middle East

Who knows what happened?

Who holds our stories?

Who took our land?

Land back

We want our land back

Eyes closed, peace, mind eye forecast

Storm coming, casino dry-ice smoke

The tanks go by, tossing coins at the dead

Same side of the coin

We are on the same side of the coin

Clueless, on sale, outdated and made of plastic

Well, at least we've been to the moon

At least we are starting to remember the stories

Who knows the story?