Rewrite All Our Wrongs

Let them hold the pen

and write their own destiny

rewrite all our wrongs

write away the suffering

write verses about springtime.

 

The people hunger

let them relax and eat figs

let them enjoy peace

and drink their tea in the shade

without bitterness and fear.

 

Let them drink knowledge

again, instead of poison

let them write the truth

let them tell their history

of math and astronomy.

 

Let them hold the pen

now, after too many years

let them write their fate

let them have milk and honey.

As their poets write again

 

we’ll find them standing

by the ruins of their homes

speaking timeless words

words that we refused to hear

in a tongue we tried to cut.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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