Silt and Rust
Hungered yearning for justice;
Crumbling statues with deafened ears,
Teardrops eroding mighty mountains,
As silt gathers year by year;
The crimes of gluttonous heroes
Told in each layer of collected memory,
Let one be mixed with rust,
Of those shackles from which
We were freed.
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