world squeezing itself 
into bone and ash over 
money, land,                     bloody 
minerals                 from black brown hands. 
how many had to die                         for 
                white empires                                 to live 
                                    good & prosperous.                 where has 
shame gone to rot                                 & 
what of                 guilts ghost hands.                         do they 
                        sit inside white mouths stuck deep 
in the throats of those 
                                    who don’t wanna unpack the
ancestral blood spilled 
                            hot on every continent
thier          privilege will kills us all 

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