Call me genocide Call me rape Call me extermination Call me slaughter Call me massacre But never call me a lie
The systemized, strategized murder of masses to a particular demographic The havoc The elimination, extermination planned to a nation The concentration camps…before Jews were stamped My people were cramped Into mass burial graves We were not born as slaves Yet forced to behave By means of obey A God that’s not ours And give our bodies for free And by give I mean take Because there’s nothing consensual about cold-blooded rape Followed by slaughter To mothers and daughters While the heads of men became trophies and sat on sticks Till all the blood drained out It’s straight sick As if that’s not enough They were put on display As a lesson to obey But the damage was done Before we could run Because we were forced to march Until the end was the start And the start was the end Starved. Hung. Shot. Raped. Dehydrated. Just to name a few Of the obstacles to die through Antagonized. Sadamized. Ridiculed and more How dare they call it a war
Call me genocide Call me rape Call me extermination Call me slaughter Call me massacre But never call me a lie