Thursday

Write these words back down inside
We have burned their villages and all the people in them died
And we adopt their customs and everything they say we steal
All the dreams they had we kill
Still we all sleep sound tonight
Is this what you wanted to hear?
We erased all their images and dance
And replaced them with borders and flags
At the top of this timeline you'll remember
This is the lipstick on the collar and in my own life
I've seen it in the mirror sometimes at the cost of others hopes