You do not come to hear us
Or hope to understand
You come to force our silence
And mark us by your hand
To you, our lives are lesser
We're peasants of the dirt
Although you crush our bodies
Our lives you cannot hurt
We live not by the body
Our spirit lies within
You judge us by your thought
But know not where we've been
You label us as nothing
But our voices carry sound
Although you cannot hear them
Our hearts have not been bound
So break our earthly temples
With bomb and force and gun
Torch us with your fire
From death we will not run
We will rise from graves of soil
Through the stories that remain
Though you try to take our lives
In His love, our lives we gain
-C. O'Connell-
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