I never knew of you,
the way you may have thought
or felt about the world
that held you down.
My lies no longer work:
that human rights are not to be enforced
upon their opponents.
I live in wealth and liberty
and you are dead but not forgotten.
I could have liked you, been your friend
if only I had raised my voice:
Where is my vote, now, Bastards?
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