The Facade
Until all the racist oppressors
hurt as much as the ones they oppress
the same will continue to happen
in a nation of honor bereft.
They can sing pretty songs about freedom
hands on hearts to create a facade
but the rot that was planted by settlers
is reborn in their lies and their fraud.
Copyright © Samia Ali Salama | Year Posted 2025
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