SLAVES OF STEEL by Ileana Exaras Lyrics

Us brutal makers
of cold blood mold,
Us passioned takers
of solid Gold;
Gild the banner
make eyes tear,
With patriot manner
then they can’t hear.

Us lack of human
when all shun,
Climb for top
shoot the gun,
Red on hands
with Green on mind,
Bury in sands
leave behind.

None is feel
when copper’s taste,
Savage real
dollar faced;
Us third sinners
who worship Steel,
Who heaven lack
yet play it real.
Us pray up high
then they shall, too,
Contain the lie
to get will through,

Limitless hands, on the deal
we want make Steel, we must be Steel.


           Ileana Exaras
           Frank Sinatra School of the Arts