| Young man is hitting the streets out of work, on his feet Looking in every alley on every corner, on every street Man looks into a window sees the people all warm inside they all look out at his skin writing him off, staying inside He's just one of the boys at least, thet's what he'd always been told But that was an organization general public's never broken the mould Whatever happened to the new colossus? Whatever happened to the home of the free? Whatever happened to those huddled masses? Is this the way of democracy? Family travels the water braving the ocean for the gilded shore Trying to break free of oppression seeking asylum, maybe more Big man sits on a hill out of touch, smoking a pipe Tells them that they're not welcome we're overcrowded, forget the hype And we're just one big nation picking to choose the colour we seek Blind men waving their papers allowing the bigots to rule the meek Whatever happened to the new colossus? Whatever happened to the home of the free? Whatever happened to those huddled masses? Is this the way of democracy? I read it in all the papers what does it matter? No one else does I was born without colour part of a class that never was Sometimes it's so confusing Seeing the lies being told to the poor Rich men still hold the purse strings don't even bother showing up at the door You should see what I see a whole country that's closed it's doors The melting pot's boiling over and we need someone to mop up the floors |
| by Chris Nelson Copyright 1992 |
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