“This poem was written through tears” by Alyrah

And they write and talk when they don’t know what we go through.
And they write and talk like they have a right to talk
When they don’t know what we go through.
And they write and talk like they’re right to talk
When they don’t know what we go through.

And they wash their hands in our blood.
And they wash their hands in our blood as they publically mourn our deaths.
And they wash their hands in our blood when they go home at night.
And they wash their hands in our blood while they ignore our chants outside their homes.
And they wash their hands in our blood.
And they think they are clean.