Conquest

When the maiden fucked the whore Took the old crone's name in vain said Oh my god what insidious sin To spread repression and shame My body is not temple Not the site for your exchange Send the scribes and the moneylenders Well out of range I am not polished marble Built to the proportions of man You can wail at my walls All that you want but I'll never be your land Not your body Not your land We can see right through you And your invisible left hand Not your body Not your land We can see right through you And your invisible left hand White women are taught of sin Enchained by the reins Handed by high tech business man For population gain while Bodies of color or built broken and bent Will be battered through a keyhole Corrected, killed, and spent Economic sanctions forced sterilization Will keep the population to an amenable minimum Not your body Not your land We can see right through you And your invisible left hand Not your body Not your land We can see right through you And your invisible left hand As the people sow the land The cavalry comes down To undermine autonomy Force their seed into the ground We can see right through you And your invisible left hand But they despise and defy you Not your body Not your land Not your body Not your land We can see right through you And your invisible left hand Not your body Not your land We can see right through you And your invisible left hand Don't try to inscribe Your social mores on me I don't subscribe to your beliefs I don't believe in your piety