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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