Storytellers

You who swore to sweep away my identity,
stooping between theft and your own lies.
Your kind who perverted justice,
trample upon us with the filth of your shoes.
Burn our churches and strip off our clothes!

O mothers of the land who instigated murder,
You have been drunk in your own lies,
and you will create chaos until you're sober.
O radicals, dear dreary radicals!
Celebrate! you gluttons who quench your thirst with blood.
Your mundane musings are evils,
your mirth is in shedding innocent blood,
your kind, infected with mass hysteria.

Have you not known? that we are storytellers
since the beginning of time.
I assure you I'll tell my children, and their children,
Of your injustice against my people.
In fables, in poems, in memoirs.
And in generations to come, they'll know
Of your horror against my people and how we survived.

Yes Justice may yet seem so far,
but my God watches over every hurdles!!