a grave

I will not be rash

because I'm young

remove the tumour

here, for me to look on

freedom had a cost

it ceased to be

yet closely watch

the fire of our

history

why its mistakes, passions, thoughts

and costs

distraught memories we want lost

we need to remember to forget

all our ups and downs every

heart that beat that was

captured in a song

tossed oppressed and or beaten down

this site disgusts but gives much to us

that we have risen and only thus moved on

to greater things once writhing in the dust

through all histories tamperings

do not take the bird to encase the lot

declare it dead as if not understood

that both sides fought both sides

had lost themselves in the Barrell

of a gun

don't clip the wings of remembrances of times lost

although the tearing and ripping really stings

and makes both sides cross

id like to say I too have suffered

and not understood

the broken privilege

from my mouth uncovered

but every couple of moments

let time lead on

let winter freeze

let spring come on

let the moon be a dewdrop stone

stood on

may we leave the statues in the past

as one?