sometimes we forget to go
sometimes we forget the land needs healing
the dead cannot be denied, nor should they
sometimes we believe by hating we will heal
sometimes we believe by fear we will over come
I cannot do this
I refuse to do this
I will go to every Auschwitz, every slave pit, every Hiroshima, Guantanamo, wounded knee, Normandy,
every Nanking every Tibet every Gaza strip
every lepers broken heart
I will not turn away
not for all the political correctness in the western world
and to all those who ask
all those who demand
all those who threaten
I’ve nothing to say –
‘cept fuck you and your cowardly way
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No sausage for dinner tonight.
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