Displaced today, and it's not your choice
You're seventeen, you don't have a voice
You're not a person, you don't count
This ain't your land, this ain't your house
You never had a chance to vote
Or fly away by plane or go roam by boat
Patrolled by soldiers, tanks and drones
You never had any control
Growing up subjugated in an ethnostate
Hated, concentrated in a dense hellscape
A short life, prone in a combat zone
With only stones to throw
From your blown-up home
Forced to struggle
Then reduced to rubble
Blood caked on your pale grey face
Erased
Forced to struggle
Then reduced to rubble
Erased
Forced to struggle
Then reduced to rubble
Forced to struggle
Then reduced to rubble
