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

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