'Shadows stretch long from history's towers,

Their foundations sunk deep in blood and bone.

Yet we walk blithely through concrete hours,

Pretending the ground beneath is our own.

How swiftly mankind forgets its scars,

The chains that shaped our very DNA.

We gaze at screens instead of at stars,

Blind to the ghosts that haunt every day.

But listen close—the wind carries cries

Of those whose suffering birthed our world.

In every institution's lies,

The flags of conquest remain unfurled.

To move forward while honoring the dead,

We must feel the weight upon our head.