You made it out
So many years under attack
You went back home
No one thought you were coming back
The world stood by
Silent; no one raised an alarm
At the war’s end
Few welcomed you with open arms
Some knew your plight
Yet, played upon your fragile hearts
Too weak to fight
You saw the scheme as a new start
You took a gift
That really wasn’t theirs to give
Your promised land
Was where poor souls already lived
You told yourself
That your rights mattered more than theirs
Were you surprised?
Did their grief catch you unaware?
What makes you think
Peace will ever be truly yours
‘Til you repent
Remember who you were before?
How can you see
With such a great beam in your eyes
Your moral claim
Leaves a great deal to criticize
Surely you see
How hypocritical you are
You—once oppressed
You—deemed inhuman and subpar
How can you now
Embody what you used to hate?
How can you so
Brazenly harm and subjugate?
I really need you
To help me to understand
How you expect
Anyone to heed your demands
Why can’t you see
You’re doing what was done to you?
Expect to weep
For every heinous thing you do
Whatever good
You may have done, is now in flames
And upon lists of the world’s evil
Etch your names
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