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Sew your mouth boy If the words get out they’ll turn Feed on you like the cows munch With nothing better to do With their lives Darken your eyes boy If the image makes itself known They’ll see her photograph in your mind And will burn it No hesitation— Just burn it, Like the bodies of their loved ones before them Where only faint memories can survive, In the thickness of the ashes. Wishful thinking cannot change the judgments’ of a nation Just as perseverance cannot soar amongst cultural perception Your hands are tied boy... Maybe patience will bring liberation