The Unfinished Story of Lives Stolen

Unfinished Story

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

We'll meet again in another life

Father, daughter, son, wife

Your stories left unread

Because,

Victims of our stupidity,

You're dead

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

Bleak melancholy bleeds into our futures

Time and again

The black memory rain

Spits on our tomorrows

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

We make holidays of remembrance

Stand in silence

And in that sound vacuum a bird's song swells

Celebrating mute humanity

Its song resonates with the essence of unity

Our hearts' commonality

The steady, regular beat

Drowned out by war's heat

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

Shrouded in the purple mantle of enmity

Cast over our consciousness

By

Them

Our souls' prayer pulses

The force, seeking expression

In

Peace

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

No common human wants war

Yet we let ourselves be ordered to kill

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

Decade after decade

Century after century

Millennia after Millennia

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

The force that drives this insanity

Charismatic personality

We tremble in their presence

Never wondering why

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

They have always, ever

Lived with us

We have served them

Waited at their tables

Surrendered what we have to them

Given the blood of our children

Sacrificed our spirits on the altar

of their dominance

And called them “Sire”

And year upon year we dig the pits

Bulldoze the bodies

Plant the stones

Water the seeds of grief with our tears

This day we dig those pits

This day we bulldoze the bodies

This day we plant the stones

And water the seeds of grief with our tears.

Yet in what quiet we can find

We hear now our souls' prayer pulsing

The force, seeking expression in peace

Of a humanity awakening

Olive Farmer

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