Hold me down, tranquilize the feelings I've got flowing out.
At daggers drawn I'm dreaming of a different dawn made miles and months ago.
Torn in two I travel chasing timelines to and from the truth.
I marvel mammoth monuments and piazza blues - appropriated and centuries removed.
The persistence of memory pierces both you and me.
Though you're not caught up in calamity from these moments we are never really free.
This state of woe, which wages war forevermore, won't break my bones, but the blood that it has poisoned in my marrow -
- it still breaks my heart.
You're empowered and privileged, neither naïve nor innocent, so stop acting live children.
Have some respect for your goddamned brethren.
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