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The Dust



The dust!
For you
'we sacrifice' they say
and they kill in our names
For your future
'we stand' they say
But they don't want to listen
to our voices
When we speak our minds
They say we are too difficult
Never give up they say
But they don't teach us hope
They have shut their eyes
their ears too
We plead 'talk'
They leave us bleeding
They talk of the historical and political truths
We know it too
Brother it is not that speck of dust in your brothers' eye
It is the plank in yours! 

15 Jan 2008

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