we do not leave egypt
for it will never disappear
the dirt beneath our nails
the lack among our minds
the scars upon our hands
for it will never be forgotten
the times among our minds
-remembering never-
o' to see the things we see
o' to live the lives we live
you put a sword in their hands to kill us.
there's no such thing as going too fast so long as we are foreign.
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