Anarcha
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Three names in place of all the ones that weren't allowed to speak Thirty times they faced the wall while men practiced their new techniques It's not black and white, but it is Because the only records are his we can't drown in his ink Don't forget these stories are linked I wish these monuments were built with these important men inside them Case in bronze and stone while they still breathe At least when we see all these smug looks on their frozen faces We'd know they were rotting underneath Not doomed to repeat Three years of exploitation, "that's just how it was those days" Three statues celebrating all the bodies, all their pain Forced to hold each other down, drugged to muffle screaming sounds Not knowing who'd be next Progress, but at whose expense? I wish these monuments were built with these important men inside them Case in bronze and stone while they still breathe At least when we see all these smug looks on their frozen faces We'd know they were rotting underneath Please, it can't repeat How long must we wait before these pillars of men crumble and fall? Yeah, we rope them up to drag them down To desecrate their public graves Yeah, we lifted you up instead of your mothers And your daughters, these women Your wives, your maids, your servants, and your slaves We're tired of waiting The bigger the guilt, the harder they fall
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