Look again at who no longer exists
Were they occupied
Kidnapped and scattered
A people fragmented
Where they murdered?
Were they suppressed?
Their language silenced
Their culture stolen
Re-branded and sold on someone else’s market.
Who authored their fate
And who dictates the history
Subjects of persecution or objects
Where your erasure is only the last in a long line of slights
Death by a thousand paper cuts
On the backs of a great storm
The children of violence are not gone
Bear witness to those who are still here