We cry in pain. We cry alike. We cry
In darkness scared to fight. We cry for black,
We cry for white. We cry because the lie
Obstructs our sights. We cry because we act.
My limbs do lay with Tutsi souls. My heart
Is locked in Uyger holes. My sons take guns
To purge their rage, my daughters fall apart
Like birds encaged; meanwhile, the sand still runs.
I stand outside the thought of time to see
The ticks cement like bricks in walls that guard
Our tombs of strife from words that might just free
Our minds if heard from out the mouth of bard.
Knowledge is power, beyond the way we're taught,
Because the wrong knowledge will leave you bought.
-MMF
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