Why do you try to fly?
Your broken wings are stolen.
Strapped on another layer
of appropriated pain.
Skin is wearing thin
where you’ve rubbed up against
the truth of who you are.
Take a deep breath,
inhale the ashes
you leave in your wake.
Slave trader.
Colonizer.
You’ve earned
every bit of pain
that you have coming.
So now you want to feel?
Now you want to talk compassion?
Reach back into your history
and pull up the noose
you used
to abuse
your truth
and see if it fits you.
You were never innocent.
All your words do
is condemn you.
It’s too late for excuses, now.
Fascist bastards
and your purifying fire.
That old stock religion
that you pushed
like a crack pipe,
or a liquor bottle
into the hungry mouths
of those you claimed to save.
All in the name of redemption?
No,
the only mercy you’ll get
is what you’ve shown.
The stick you used
to measure worth
and beat the drum,
and crack the skull;
that is your reward.
I see you looking towards the stars,
as if you think
that you can just fly away
and leave all this shit
that you created behind.
We’re gonna tie you down
and watch you come apart
in the sky
like an meteor.
HG – 2021
