Away with Words

'We have our Arts so we won’t die of Truth.' - Nietzsche

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In 1492…

'Burn their homes!'
‘Break their skulls!’
‘Feed their new-borns to the hounds!’
Whoosh! 
So flies the cannonball,
Drowning out the dying sounds.

‘Savages!’ 
‘One and all!’
‘This land we shall civilise!’
Hush! 
Cut off those pleading hands!
Pain will close all crying eyes.

‘What? No gold?’
‘Seize the slaves!’
‘Send five hundred homeward bound!’
Whoosh!
So flies the cannonball,
Broken bodies all around.

History
Is tainted
By the will to glorify.
Hush!
Recite that age old rhyme,
Drowning out the haunting cry.

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