can't you feel it can't you see it
  the promise of prosperity
  it's overwhelming you and me
  it afflicts us like a disease
  ubiquitous compelling too
  we cling to you like crazy glue
  and inject such a potent seed
  it's best for all humanity
  the spread of culture
  the sword of progress
  the vector of suffrage
  a warm and septic breeze
  the pomp and elation
  the duty and vocation
  the blood of the hybrid
  it's just a recipe
  re-living our ancestry
  the frightful lack of harmony
  our fore-fothers who led the way
  their victims are still here today
  now it's time to erase the story
  of our bogus fate
  our history as it's portrayed
  it's just a recipe for hate