not cry what i haven't done.
I will fight for my own
tooth and nail.
I'll pay with the gold
I earn with my hands.
I will not cry for the beauty
of a sunset a glorious show.
I will keep it in quiet
praise it alone.
I'll be grateful to ancestry
you say did wrong.
Break this world for my children
and expect you the same.
I'll lift you over others
long off far away.
My respect to be earned
though I award it just.
I won't be overly warm
Bright eyed dagger in hand.
Cold slow and weary
I won't be false.
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