My death is not a song
My death is not a song
For you to sing
Is not a March for
you to walk in
Is not a shirt for you to wear
Is not a road that carries my name
Will the world forget
Where I’m from
I don’t care
My stolen life is not
an abandoned
City besieged
by a weeping sea
I can hear you singing
I can hear you dancing
Remember not my name
But the names of my kids
who you killed while
they were carrying my death
Or the land that you’ve turned into
a graveyard of broken souls
and mass graves.
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026