Clawjob Reservations
I grant that you may feel upset
I can see contempt in your wild eyes
But what's been taken must be kept
And you will be swept from your violent lives
I know it's for the best
You'll keep a little west, and we'll take the rest
Maybe I'm an optimist, or just a pacifist, but I insist
We all deserve a place to call our home, even you
So we've reserved a space where you can go
You and everyone you know
I admit you may feel pain, in an undeveloped way
In your savage hearts
But all across this fruited plain, great men will sow their grain
As soon as you depart
Surely in your current state, you can't appreciate
The offer on your plate
I come to you with gift in hand:
Your own unspoiled land
A place precisely planned
I hear the soil's grand
You see I understand that we all deserve a place to call our home
Even you
So we've reserved a space where you can go
You and everyone you know