Hey, don't let those assholes get you down,
The arc of history is famous for its bend to justice
It's too slow for the living, I know, it's nice
to think, though, that when historians make known...
Sorry, we aren't supposed to be doing any martyring
But the way things work, injustice comes, still
The lies of history, the broken, angry and the shrill
Will shout the ancestral sins, shout a selfish terroring
That separates us, but when the soil and seas rise
There will be no difference between the fleshes
So the arc of history, the anonymity of death and lies
Will all bellow away into the wind, until just threshes
of wheat tumbling down, the migration of birds in all skies
The innocent babies born free of hatred, yet precocious
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