tell
the dead
whose
eyes
are
wide open
not
to
stare
at
the world
that’s
been
created
nor
speak
with
dried lips
about
what
has been
done
to
the earth
they inhabit
nor
those
unkept promises
made
when their lungs
filled
with
air
promises
about
freedom
those with
empty
lungs
may choose
to
ignore
the flood
of
apologies
that
serve no purpose
to those
interred
but
provide
political
fodder
for
those feeding
on
dreams
of
what can
never
be
nor
should
be
