Your Honor

Sometimes we walk barefoot
into the forest
even though there are snakes in the leaves
and sometimes some people still
call you "your honor"
but we know there's no honor among thieves
In the haze of our days
when memory falters
and the nights hide the loneliest sins
We will carry our sacrifice
up to the altar
and look away when the slaughter begins
We were drowned on dry ground
And we froze in the fire
We were born as old women and men
We drank from a tank
That was dry, then was drier
And our enemies loved us much more than our friends

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