There was no blood There was no blood. They did not die. That’s not a wrist dismembered in the sand. Those bricks remained, they didn’t fall That’s not a machete in his hand.
The stones that cracked were harmed by time Not harmed by hammers, held in hands No one’s to blame! And anyway, who cares? the mosque was nothing except in name. Decades may pass, or more And grass will reclaim all this land Sand fill the eyes, the mouths, the jaws Lime melt the bones that smashed these doors. And still unjust, the violent past Will be remembered, not forgot No lessons learnt, nor changes wrought Simply more efficient killing More judges bought. There was no blood, but blood still flows Girls and women torn to bits Old men’s bodies stuffed in drains The system denies the boys it kills Genocide by any other name. *Shakuntala Banaji* -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Green Youth Movement" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web, visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/greenyouth/CACEsOZjDd5BwrqA6zBeAgLfMnHNZK4pfTXTv39fRm6AQEuF77w%40mail.gmail.com.
