I breathe in

I breathe in a sigh and an eighth

Of air no longer welcome in their lungs.

The declarations of the state of the past

'These people are the people who will suffer for our fun.'

Dividing and conquering

The pseudo-science wins

I would have thought just briefly

That someone would have heard the screams;

Noticed the sin of what destroying an invisible vermin would bring.

Did they see it? Can ignorance be bliss?

But still, they refuse and resist;

"Your Honour, my client Pleads the Fifth."

In a new generation we see steps of reconciliation;

Memorials and parades help us to deep-dive.

But testing for shallows is unknown and so we fall into the black netted divides

Of the horrors we shake our heads at

Again and again.

Maybe we might weep a little,

While the rifles and A-Bombs are let fly.

Maybe we share a toast to the Grand-Uncles and Nurses who helped on D-Day.

It's the inevitability that seeks corrosion, and the sweetness of nationwide hope

That will allow us to pass by the artillery stations and news reporters

Hidden in plain sight.

The conquest for democratic salvation is achieved by only the destruction of any other lesser nation.

Hidden in plain, plain sight.

Hidden in plain, plain sight.

Step into the blinding lights, and select by touch and feel

No sense of what we already knew,

Because the stench of white paint is haunting

Graffitied handshakes and contracts passed by word of mouth

Some ten times eight years ago, remember that time?

While we think deep into our tired eyes;

It's such an awfully plain sight.

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