We are deleting history
And we are erasing stories.
We are taking buildings down
And we are calling it glory.
We are burning landscapes
And we are bombing all escape.
Blanketing it with excuses
And records never put straight.
We call it existing peacefully
If they take the pain silently.
And we defend the lie
Of defence if they speak.
We are paving over lives
Stealing away all their wives,
Replacing the word
Genocide with strife.
We are on this world
And we keep repeating faults.
Writing communities out
Of Existence should have hurt
Us more than this.
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