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The Ghosts of Human Dignity
By their graves I saw their rights
The sanctity of the gravestones brought such sorrow
The graves threw their ghosts into the light
They shouted our deaths have powers
Their accusing authority was appointing
warning us about this king
warning of our lost moral sense
This mission is filled with sorrow
Their ghosts against these empires
Always whispering dignity
Where is my humanity?
For decades they’ve roamed
From Germany to America
Yet will we listen?
To these ghosts of human dignity?
This poem is dedicated to the children, and souls lost at the United States border under the vile legislation and direction of the United States Government.
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