made a flag from the
bones
of dead soldiers,
built a nation from
the skins of the
natives
raped children in
full sight of god
in houses of prayer
in houses of shame
where the
water ran black
where the dogs ate
what the
priests puked up
and we hid in
alleyways
and we started fires
where the
homeless slept
we were the bitter
hands of jesus
we had come to stone
his lover
she said pain was
better
than feeling nothing
at all
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