The History Displays: Part One – A Poem

We cannot speak
out-shouted by history
where we should cry
we bleed

We don't need self-pity that
wears itself out refusing cures
and cries "I hurt, so you
cannot cut me." before
wielding its own knife

But that is who we are 
and what we have
our goodness murdered
with the past

We don't need people
who put their right to speak the truth
above the feelings of others,
but their own feelings above 
the right of others to speak the truth

But this is what we do
Our policy of blame
will leave us innocent
and lonely
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