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Bury your sense of pride

Open your eyes to these blood stained lies

Sisters’ hands fall, grey

The lies you tell yourself as you lie awake

Won’t save you when your death is near

We won’t mourn your death

Your system is built on flesh

Cowards bury words

Silent cries, human lives broken by the hands of invasion

Now in isolation, no justice, just fear

Judgement’s congregation too blind to hear

Sisters stand alone

How can you be so quick to blame the victim

But so quick to victimise yourself?

We won’t mourn your death

Your system is built on flesh

Reap of the sons of mourning