They want to keep us company,
Desperate to free us of our suffering.

They want to be our saviours,
Desperate to be saved.

They loathe our lyrics and songs,
Desperate to respond to stones.

They blindly ignore our pleas,
Desperate to impose their warnings.

They want our identity to be defined,
Desperate for them to forcefully confine.

They say they loathe the war,
Desperate to ‘fight’ for our peace.

They clamp our soul to a desolation,
Desperate to call it peace.


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