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Some of Us Can Run    (Meg Browning)

Drumming and banging they come, cymbals clanging,
The ground it is shaking with steel heavy feet,
(And) their music is forcing the pace of their walking,
From out of their instruments comes nothing sweet.

Some of us can run, some of us can hide,
Some of us just look like we're on the winning side,
Some of us can fight, some of us can win,
But all in all we'd just as soon give in.

Each morning we wake up and open our eyes
We hope they won't notice, won't realise we are there,
We dare to go dancing a little too boldly,
Heads turn from their marching and hatefully, coldly, they stare

We hope that the soldiers go by without seeing,
Gather our people down low;
(That) some other poor soul has to die, cease their being,
Why? -we'll never know.

Some of us can run...

The president's men have told him tonight,
One car per person's a citizen's right, it's their dream...
So they liberate children from limbs and from mothers,
Shoot- at a sidelong glance from their brothers, we scream...

Some of us can run...

Some of us can run...


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