And acknowledge the responsibility for starving children’s cries.
For the blood red and stagnant that flows through the streets
For the deaths of struggling farmers and poor families in distant lands
And those you will never meet.
The song of suffering is your composition.

One day America
You must speak the truth.
That we have left the bones of other humans in the ground.
Because their lives provided no political or monetary advantage
Giving no resistance, they were poor and weak.
Easy to overcome, they were, so we destroyed them.

Unaware was the endless victims until the last moments when the bombs fell.
The earth opened before them and became a living hell.
Lost souls in a long line of murderous actions with no impunity
God help us all if the world revolts against us in unity.
We will become wooden markers that will fade and rot through time.
Dead by our own hands because we believed the lies.

One day America, you must open your eyes.

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