Prejudice

I am a child of the Eagle
My blood stains many a shore
Others gave all they were asked
I gave a little bit more

I am the prodigy of many a nation
Of cultures by the score
To free people I am a champion
A knight from days of yore

And yet my skin is an issue
My religion called a whore
Ethnicity makes me stupid
I've heard it all before

Remember the one you revile
Will taste the pain of war
For I am a child of the Eagle
My blood will stain the shore

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