My people are burning from a fire of lies,
systematically created to keep them ablaze and drowning whenever they float.
Like the ancient burning bush,
They cannot be consumed but their minds are being fumed with deciet.
Forcing them out of the land of their ancestors,
They've been told they're standing on blessed holy ground therefore they should remove their shoes;
Which in this case are the right's to the land of their forefathers.

The terrible smoke from the flames fills the precious lungs with political-racial-religion-oxide,
That chokes on them causing them to painfully cough and gasp for air,
Breathing out hate and prejudice on one another.
The furnice is full with my people,
Now that is a flaming story never told.