The broken ones
We are the lost ones, the shattered
ones
The ones who have no power, no
strength left
Who do not know any longer
How to put it all right again
We are the broken ones...
I lay my life down in the killing
fields
Torn from the only family I have
ever known
By the hard ones, the faceless ones
Who declare themselves Fathers
Who thrust a gun into my shaking
hands and
Decree my innocence sacrificed
I lay my body down in the hot desert
dust
Torn from the only home I have ever
known
By the hard ones, the faceless ones
Who declare themselves Dictators
Who thrust their seed into my
shaking core and
Decree my innocence surrendered
I lay my freedom down in the
bullet-riddled streets
Torn from the only existence I have
ever known
By the hard ones, the faceless ones
Who declare themselves Rulers
Who thrust my words and shaking
voice into oblivion and
Decree my innocence forfeit
We beseech you
Those who will come after us —
Struggle against the hard ones
The faceless ones
Bear witness in the killing fields
In the hot desert dust and
In the bullet-riddled streets
And by doing so
Help us become whole once more...
--Saskia Maddock