We Dont Deserve
We Don’t Deserve
I read the stories
see blood in the margins,
names etched in shame.
Man’s hand, steady with the knife,
shaking only when called to kindness.
History isn't history.
It's breath on the mirror.
It fogs up, then clears,
only to show us
the same haunted face.
We burn what we didn’t build.
Crush lives under flags
we barely understand.
Skin becomes a reason.
Love becomes a crime.
And faith,
once meant to lift,
becomes the rope and the fire.
Tell me
how did difference become danger?
How did colour, creed,
or simply being
become enough
to justify a bullet,
a cage,
a silence?
There are godless things
done in God's name.
Things that make the ground
want to close its mouth
and never speak of us again.
We are a blot,
a bruise on this planet,
spreading still.
The trees ask nothing.
The rivers give everything.
The sky forgives daily.
But we
we do not deserve
a single leaf,
a drop of rain,
a shaft of sun.
We are a cruelty
that dressed itself in kingship
and called it civilization.
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