and they did nothing.
Then I took their minds
and they did nothing.
Then I took their hearts
and they did nothing.
Then I took their songs
and they did nothing.
Then I took their poetry
and they did nothing.
Now I have their words
to write their story.
It was the best of times, it was
the worst of times. To be or
not to be, that is the question.
I wash my hands. It wasn't
a genocide.
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