Guns and stones
There is nothing left now
of the humanity that was us
not even tears satisfy anymore
all that is left is to cast a stone
and hope i am the one left
to stand and claim victory
and teach children the same
Bullets sing songs of righteousness
in the name of some God
claiming the land in his name
it is their right it is said
my fathers, fathers, father
and beyond, have lived here
feeding strangers and telling stories
But now there are guns in our faces
demanding the space where we stand
we listen to chants of our ignorance
the dust of their God in our mouths
bowing to this arrogant wave
and their guns in the light of day
then in the night we come back
To take what’s ours back again
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