Текст песни Don’t Send for the Others - Bambu feat. Faith Santilla

People often make the terrible mistake that
Our history began when we arrived in the states.
When in fact it started back in the land we came from,
Where the only peace we knew came from the barrel of a gun.
We didn't start the fire,
It was always burning 'cause invaders kept
Returning with their weapons and their sermons.
From China to Espania, America, Japan.
Wars we never started but were fought on our own land.
Decades became centuries of massive devastation, no agrarian reform,
No nationalization, no industry, no liberty, no self-determination.
When speaking out for freedom led to mass
Incarceration of our leaders, our people - whether women or a man.
But our tyrants kept in power by our good ol' Uncle Sam.
The land that we once tilled is now filled with export daffodils.
Learn skills for jobs that don't exist for us to fill.
But they need nurses in the states,
And nannies for their tikes,
A source of surplus labor when they need to break a strike.
See, U.S. foreign policy prefers the infancies
Of third world economies just like the Philippines.

Factors push and pulling that the rich used to keep crookin'.
Americans convinced that there were jobs before we took them.
So don't send for the others, tell them not to come.
They're stealing kids from mothers while brothers on the run.
They complain that us migrants put a strain on the system.
Then refrain from returning kids caged by the system.
And justice? What of justice? They don't practice habeas corpus.
We have rights but they ignore us yelling borders are too porous.
It's not the America for us that we saw up on
TV, the home of the brave and land of opportunity.
Dashing cowboys, valiant soldiers defending democracy.
That was all a parody turns out we're the enemy.