We Came Here to Die

July 31, 2020

No one cries anymore
It’s just not who we are anymore

We’ve had our languages shut
Now we speak in closed tongues

No one cares of naught, not

Our skins are in white
Walk and talk all alike
And we saunter with our pockets out

We wear in the greys like you,
Breathe in the deadly air like you
Live, live just like you

Haven’t you heard?
We’ve come here to die

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