Broken
A broken people hearts and souls and a land ravaged and destroyed,
Look closely at how the earthenware pot was smashed- small repairs.
A broken list of lives, remembered once now forgotten- remember!
Like a mirror that has cracked fallen from its rusted nail-still used.
We see a reflection within and look away- best not to dwell on its image,
All was once whole and beautiful and we claim its destruction is just.
You would not look at the view outside our window to such injustice,
Just closed your eyes and pretended you never noticed. Remember now.
Did not the gods chose our destiny? where are they now? did they hold the lost?
Let not their sacrifices be in vain for freedom costs us dearly.
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