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no praise
for a finger raised
no praise
for a debt long unpaid

still, our good intentions don't negate
the reality upheld
it's happening all over again
I've been condemning the complicit
avoiding those on mute
I've zoomed out to see the scars
but I've been holding the shovel

grow, keep growing toward
the indifferent light
like branches on an ailing tree
struggling to feed in the shadows of taller green
this match was rigged

raise the question
how did we become silent?
how did we become content?
listen and reflect
speak up, not over

so I refuse to sow the seeds
in soil stripped of equity
I'll rip out every brick I laid
but unknowing I took part all the same
if I'm so far removed from this
but I still benefit
then what separates me?