Is this what my ancestors felt
When leaving their homes for a better world
No longer I am on the path they took
Diaspora guilt
Now history is a bitter pill
Dreams scheduled to be killed
No compensation for the hate
Ignorance is the only food they ate
With another serving on their plate
Diaspora guilt
Now the truth is a bitter pill
No standing up for it get out your cameras and film
The privilege can't feel any pain
They have no sense of shame
It is always the victim they blame
Diaspora guilt
Now education is a bitter pill
The blooming youth will die and wilt
Reading, writing, and arithmetic no longer the way
Now it is only words of hate anyone can say
Thoughts and prayers will not make a new day
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019
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Author:
Thomas J. Dooley (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2019 05:46
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
The victims are always those that get the blame those who sent them into their tragedies just get away with it.
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