The conflagrations have been set
And we long for retribution
All the Angles and the Sachs
Must endure it's execution
We are blinded by the waves
Of self-inflicted self-oppression
And we won't ever ever see
Our hateful self-reflection
It matters not, there's no good reason
For our embers of aggression
All must pay, all must kneel
As we preach our domination
What was learned about enslavement
Well, just give us reparation
It's the only thing to do
As we covet compensation
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Comments2
pointed observations, that capture the core essence of injustice
that, despite the passing of Time
refuses to diminish
in intensity or resolve!
(a great write, love the choice wording
thanks for choosing to share,
especially, like the fact that
we can apply your words
to almost every form of inherited,
injustice - throughout the world...)
Reparation and compensation, a Lawyer's dream.
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