We'll make it someday
Past the checkpoints and the barbed wire
Mother, Father, Son and Daughter

We'll make it someday
Past the maze and the violations
Mother, Father, Son and Daughter

And we'll be sovereign
Where self-esteem requires no license
And speech is not called rape
And free thought is not called hate

We'll make it someday
Past glass ceilings and iron curtains
Mother, Father, Son and Daughter

We'll make it someday
Past words of hate, like nigger, spic and hangnail
Mother, Father, Son and Daughter

And we'll be sovereign
Where vaccines outnumber Norplant
And the slave escapes the camel stretch

We'll make it someday
Out of Eugenics' abbatoir
Mother, Father, Son and Daughter

© 1998 Bruce V. Bracken