Conquest - Sons of an Illustrious Father

when the maiden fucked the whore

took the old crone’s name in vain

said oh my god, what insidious scenes

but repression and shame

my body is no temple, not the site for your exchange

send us back to the money lenders, well out of range

i am not polished marble built to the portions of man

you wear at my walls all that you want,

i’ll never be your maiden

not your body, not your land

we can see right through you and your

not your body, not your land

we can see right through you and your

oh white women, the chart of sin

and chained by the reins,

handed by high-tech businessmen

for part-relation gain

bodies of color, all bent broken and bent

we’ll be battered to a keyhole, wrecked and killed and spent,

economic sanctions for sterilization

we’ll keep the population to amenable minimal

not your body, not your land

we can see right through you and your

not your body, not your land

we can see right through you and your

as the people sow the land, the capillary comes down

to undermine or torment me

forces seen into the ground

but they can see right through you

and your endless

they expire in the fight

your body, not your land

not your body, not your land

we can see right through you and your

not your body, not your land

we can see right through you and your

don’t try to inscribe your social mores on me

i don’t subscribe to your beliefs

i don’t believe in your piety

don’t try to inscribe your social mores on me

i don’t subscribe to your beliefs

i don’t believe in your piety