Like most birds and animals we defend our borders that's how it seems to me
For to live where we would like to there is none of us free
I pity the homeless the displaced and the refugee
How lonely and so hard life for them must be
So many poor people who are doing it tough
Homeless and out of work and sleeping rough
Of course they do not wish for to live in this way
For being poor this is the price they have to pay
If you are homeless and in dire poverty
You may as well be in prison than living hungry and free
Freedom is a thing the masses do celebrate
But the true meaning of it many do under-state
You are not free if you are poor and homeless and of hunger growing thin
In a World where many must lose for one for to win.
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