Now That We Are Poor, We Are

First Kill Me Before You Take Possession Of My Fatherland.

They Claim This Mother Of Ours, The Earth, For Their Own Use, And Fence Their Neighbors Away From Her, And Deface Her With Their Buildings And Their Refuse.

He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans; In My Heart He Put Other Different Desires.

Inside Of Me There Are Two Dogs. One Is Mean And Evil And The Other Is Good And They Fight Each Other All The Time. When Asked Which One Wins I Answer, The One I Feed The Most.

As Individual Fingers We Can Easily Be Broken, But All Together We Make A Mighty Fist.