The

mo-

ther

of

e-

xiles

stands

there

wee-

ping

As

her

child-

ren

tear

them-

selves

a-

part

Knives

are

out

her

 thoughts 

are

blee-

ding

Blood

runs 

down

her

wel-

co-

ming

arms

Her

fe-

ral

brood

 has

tur-

ned

neg-

lect-

ful

The

chains

she

broke

are

rus-

ting

closed

Imp-

ri-

soned

light-

ning

burns

for-

get-

ful

Spoil-

ed

blind

to

the

light

that

she

holds

Lash

the

tired

and

kill

the

poor

The

hudd-

led

mas-

ses

ram

the

door

The

new

co-

los-

sal

hate

a-

ri-

ses

Sa-

vage

ways,

old

ho-

ri-

zons

Hate

a-

ri-

ses

Like

bra-

zen

gi-

ants

with

con-

que-

ring

limbs

The

herd

mani-

fes-

ting

all

that

she

des-

pised

Chil-

dish

am-

ne-

si-

a

born

of

pri-

vi-

lege

Se-

lfish

mob

com-

mits

mat-

ri-

cide

Her

mild

gaze

gone

stern,

fire

in

her

eyes

Wat-

ching

her

dreams

turn

in-

to

dust

The

bea-

con

dropped,

her

hand

raised

up

to

strike

Cast

them

home-

less

in-

to

the

tem-

pest

Lash

the

tired

and

kill

the

poor

The

codd-

led

mas-

ses

slam

the

gol-

den

door

The

new

co-

los-

sal

hate

a-

ri-

ses

Sa-

vage

ways,

old

ho-

ri-

zons

Out

of

one

a

war-

ring

ma-

ny

Dir-

ty

mir-

ror

shows

the

e-

ne-

my

New

co-

los-

sal

hate

a-

ri-

ses

Hate

a-

ri-

ses

Bro-

ken

hope

The

mel-

ting

pot

is

mel-

ting

down

A

pool

of

slag

on

poi-

soned

ground

Cho-

king

from

the

ve-

nom's

sting

Pull

the

fangs,

let

free-

dom

ring

Let

free-

dom

ring

The

new

co-

los-

sal

hate

a-

ri-

ses

Sa-

vage

ways,

old

ho-

ri-

zons

Out

of

one

a

war-

ring

ma-

ny

Dir-

ty

mir-

ror

shows

the

e-

ne-

my

New

col-

os-

sal

hate

a-

ri-

ses

Hate

a-

ri-

ses

Hate

a-

ri-

ses