Empress Han - Protea

Born of War

Born in a country no longer our own.
To live in a country that would never feel like home.

New Death
Two Hundred Thousand

None willing to make claim to us

Our mothers gave birth to us
At exactly the wrong time
Your pristine face
More precious
Than your offspring.

You cast us out

Alone

The Great White Net

Strangles

Omnipotent
Amnesia

Wrenches you
To forget

Your cells
Your kin

The Person
The People

The Language
The Land

The Family
The Love

You Might Have Been

Nothing
No One

Without Us-

The motherland is a god
Where all the mothers obey every word

Where blood
So loosely ties

In the tides
Of the Gospel
Of Genocide

In the Evangelism of
Manifest Destiny

Of Poverty and
The Unworthiness
Of an Unwed Mother-

Who could not escape
The Reach of
The Pale Arm

That Murders
With religion

Oppresses
With love-

The Big Brother
I never dreamed of-

Visits in the night
Tells me not to
Scream and cry

Ensuring

The neighbors
Will not hear

And

The Truth
Will learn to Fear

Your White god

Killing us all
To save us all
From us all
To serve you all

Babies like gold
Flying in the sky
In your steel boxes
For your Bleached
And Longing wives
Hiding their cigarettes
In their bassinets
For the Shakes and the Shivers
Of their lives of Guilty Privilege

Collateral Children
Treasures of Bloodshed
Pillage our Village
For Raw Girls
And Trophy Wives
To discard

While you smoke your cigars
In your empty houses
Made of

Bones and bombs
Stones and guns
Walls and walls
And walls
Of

Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Sons and Daughters

Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Sons and Daughters

They're not sleeping
They're not sleeping

Stacked
Like folded sacks
Of skin and hair

Filling up your cups
And dishes
For you to sip

Until you forget
All you did
All you bid
All you hid

All of your Profits
All your Holy Profits

Screaming in your
Fat
Head

We Are No Longer Dead

We Live
We Rise
We March

We Live
We Rise
We March

We will Overcome

We Stand Up
We Shout Out

We Stand Up
We Shout Out

We Live
We Rise
We March

We Live
We Rise
We March

We March
We Rise
We Live

We March
We Rise
We Live

Written by:
Mila Konomos

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