Pulled teeth, severed fingers, electrodes, mass rape and razored feet,
This piece I hold fits nowhere, needs narrative, a way to speak,
Concepts for life and love and change slip through the borders but the bodies are detained,
It is the strangest thing, but a full stomach does not mean understanding
Do what you need to do- never mind what can be done.
Another set of knees in dirt, another pair of hands in cuffs,
We need it all, not united but a multi-headed swarm
Ticking up the trauma, guided by panic, a weary soul of fear and hope and amplified in anguish,
Something doesn’t add up and their values don’t make sense,
Their words paint blame, division, pain, a separation fence,
The holes in which are context, if I see you in myself, humanity through empathy transcends greed and wealth, every time we place each other above their nationalist veneer connection with each other is what the powerful most fear.
Time to bail, time to go,
These bridges are ablaze between a past and a future that is now erased,
We’re always ready to run, wanting nothing more than peace,
Detonate the myth and structure of these oppressive power elites.
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