2 July 2012

I hold your memory in my hand This battered old photo is all I have left Left of civilian, honest man, father of three The cold metal of the bullet, still nestled in your chest

I was there to say "I saw you being gassed" I was there to say "I know not of such thing" I bear witness to your premature suffering How you were electrocuted, beaten, ripped whilst you were being "asked"

You strip me of my rightful land Entitle me a terrorist in my own country All the while this lifeless wall keeps us apart Because of my birthright, I am no longer worthy

You piss on a dead man You put in on the internet Slay human beings like flies On how many sex slaves found, you bet

And yet all if this injustice continues You would think we learnt our lessons from history But we wrong 10 fold how much we have The day will come, believe me

For those, by no means am I patronising here, who have not a clue what I am "preaching" about, or so they say, I'll ask you to look at late 2008 to early 2009 as well as 1992 to December 1995, or is it simply we do not care, we do not want to feel the guilt of the realisation, after all it's do much easier to sit back an watch

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