I held your hand tight through the night,
listened closely to your stories,
I placed my fingers on your pulse
until I couldn’t feel it anymore,
what’s the point?
I couldn’t have saved you if I'd tried,
truth be told,
it’s been years since you died,
gasping for air,
falling by the wayside,
those of us who’ve
given our love and life for you
have bitten the dust,
nothing we have is strong enough
to survive the stampede,
I wish I could say I’d bleed for you,
resurrect the remains
of a land I once called home,
but all my hope has been used,
and my morals have been abused,
religion and diversity
will never make us free
I’m so tired of such violence,
there’s a murmur in my heart
that still feels your defiance,
but when your truth
is censored,
your voice is silenced,
what chance do we have?
I want my country back,
I’d like to hope, one day
you, like me, will find a place
to call home again,
but I fear it might be
far too late,
you’re being raped
by a fascist super-state,
and all I can do
is sit back and watch
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