March on children of the north
Prisons no longer make us shake
We know what our lives are worth
March you children of the south
The heat favors the first beings
Our foes can’t stand to stay out
March you children of the east
You were here long before them
Their land leases have now ceased
March you children of the west
Mild weathered days are past tense
Shove blades into hallow breasts
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