You couldn't see me, though I was there all along;
A prisoner on my own land then,
And now a prisoner down below
Right there where I was taken;
I could not speak then, but I speak now,
And I speak loudly!
The counted and the uncounted, count!
.
.
.
World views collided,
And economics decided:
Settlers determined the price,
and the children paid for it.
The cost?
A genocide!
Each taken!
Then taken again.
Heartbreaking!
(don't forget the mothers)
Devastating!
(don't forget the fathers)
Lost!
by a nation.
Ignored,
by another.
Forgotten ...
Who knew?
You and I refused to know!
Who knew?
A nation knew.
Who knew?
We knew too.
Now it's our heartbreak,
And outrage!
Our devastation!
As a nation.
Painful!
as all is revealed;
Pain,
that must be healed;
Pain,
that must be made right.
Responsibility?
Ours ... together.
Reconciliation,
Our nations ... together.
.
.
.
You couldn't see me then, though I was there.
I couldn't speak then, but I speak now.
I counted then, as I'm counted now.
This gaping wound must be healed,
Let us begin now ...
~gtk
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Refugees of Reason
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