Confusion greets the tables of power
Dialogues to promote peace, the speeches of leaders
It all slides as uneffective for today’s war
It is not a flag, it is not nations or races fuelling the comrades who fight
Suppression is the motive, a silenced history their cause,
The calls to listen, falling on deaf ears for generations
We awaken as towers fall, instead of anger, I feel remorse
Our fathers, and their fathers have brought poverty across resource rich lands
Fuelling our own riches, not seeking to understand
It is not they didn’t care, it wasn’t a lacking humanity
It was a greed as foremost intent for actions, moving forward and expanding
but not noticing the symptom of pushing other cultures backward
As a new young western generation we need to hear their cries
We need to learn a little, and make a little sacrifice
In time the anger may subside, and poverty may reduce
The reward of that is far greater than materialistic belongings can produce.
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