You tore our sky and rained venomous pours
We inhaled the air which ripped our heart
Spitting blood from the strangulation of our intestines.
Losing limbs to piercing blasts
The earth beneath sprouted thorns you planted
Tearing our soles till we wouldn’t move.
To run is death, to stop is death, to sit is death
We became the living shadow of our corpse.
Your poisoned sword reach our hearts
Our friendly hug couldn’t tie your hands.
Our death; your amusement.
Our children and women; your exploration
Our loud screams and cries became your music
With which you sway away your drunkenness
Using your whip and triggers as volume
The lives you never gave becoming yours to take.
The aid we seek is within sight
The hate you give is His plight
He is all we’ve got; and he’s enough for us.
Behold! The Uprising day
When sky is sown with strength.
And the thorns killed with love
PenRoll.
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