I was not there at the start of it
when the shit hit the fan
and the man came down wearing bullets made of crowns.
I was not there when the people fell and prayed
as his crowns slayed people left and right
and the bullets kept on coming as if fed by the everlasting night.
I was not there.

I did not share in the wailing of the souls ,of mothers digging shallow holes and of fathers taking up the gun
I was not there
I was not the one who propagated war as something that just goes on and on
I was not that one
I was not there
not that I didn’t care
I was stunned.
Man can be so cruel
it doesn’t take a fool to see that we’re living in harsh cruelty
but I am not there
I am here.

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