We were burning for the belief that we held
We were murdered for the life that we led
we were slaughters for the love that we dreamed of
and we were stolen for opposing their rule

We were the labour that was worked to death
we were the children gassed for our age
we were the woman whose babies you stole
and we were the twins you tested things on

we were the broken, the forgotten, the damned
we were the ones that wished for death to be free
we were the ones that, when you came to free us
we were too weak to run into your arms.

We are the history that will not be forgotten
we are the past that leaves scars in the land
we are the families that lost our lives and our hearts
and we are the ones left with invisible scars.

The End

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