They will not be smeared
by listless motions and undone promises
hardly will they be unraveled
by angry men in angry arms
whose smiles shine brightly
when their eyes our blinded
interlocked they seem
so unmovable they appear
but shake them just a bit
and look at how they fear
RESILIENT
are the people
yes that is how they present
a sadness deep rooted
til this day they can't forget
a war spanning centuries
CENTURIES
that never left
this forsaken soil
buried
are their cries
are their culture
are their people
smothered by their laughter
LAUGHING
til this very minute
they never seemed so evil to me
or is it because I can finally see
these hands are small and soft and steady
they stand in solidarity
in comfort, in sorrow
do these hands clumsily embrace
in pain, in anger
do they clutch at their pant legs
begging them not to stay
as they raise their glasses
filling their cups
with hateful jeers
hum hum hum
I don't know what to do
so I stand with you
I don't know how to heal
so I stand with you
I don't know why
only wrong
and in that I know
we are right
here standing here
as you try to raise your glasses
against centuries
that stand so proudly
in the frost
so proudly in pain
as you lift your pinkies
ever so slightly
so frighteningly
do you sip
at our only breath
but stop if we might
the cries of the soil carry on
