Not In My Name

I shy away from your flag, hard to relate to it
I was born in this country, I'm not a part of it
I sense Irish pride through my father's eyes
But with history comes injustice, won't play a part in any side

"Strong words for a little man," you might say
And what gives me the right to speak this way?
I'm young, I may lack understanding
Compared to some, my life's far from demanding
But I'm not content standing here saying nothing
Try to provoke thought and offer you something
Open myself up to criticism
In a sea of judgement and cynicism

To those who fly the flag, what exactly is it for?
Are you promoting segregation, are you promoting war?
I ask myself, "What is it that they're saying
And I wonder if they're aware of what they're representing?"

Politics and history
I am what I am

Yes, I question our rules and leaders, I question the powers that be
Their morals, their values, and priorities
The laws, our rights, our history
The impact this has on you and me

Politics and history
I am what I am

I question as a nation, what it is we have to be proud of?
And I guess what I'm saying is that it's just not good enough
So will you bear these things in mind
Will you bear these things in mind:

War, the arms trade
Poverty and violence, inequality
The rich and the poor, corporate rule
The abuse of the environment, our racial divides