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Blue is the star of my mother's people,
Six is the number they wear,
Six points of tension,
Six children mentioned,
When referencing the six points of David
Hailing from a green star,
Centred in red,
Colonisation to which it led
Them to say étoile bleue with an arab tongue
While the people of David learn it in schools
And come home to the knowledge
They’ll never be shun
Yellow the star was
That the fair haired ones wore
When black and blue
Were the only colours they knew,
And red rare
For it meant good health
Or bloodshed more humane
Than a colourless gas
A prior thought inane
So they sailed in
On the blue seas of promise
And cried, for their homeland
Was no longer a dream
But a vision realised
By zions esteem
Poisoned by bias
Hostility ensued,
Even amongst the members
Of the six pointed blue,
And my mother's family grappled
With a promise so fickle
That would leave behind millions
To live off a schtickle
Six pointed blue
Fought five pointed red
For power
And money
And getting ahead.
No one could think of a people
Turning on their own,
And it wouldn’t have a occurred to me either,
That's just something you’re shown.
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