Mahashweta Acharjee
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They built their walls
With the same bricks
They threw at you.
You felled the wall
That kept you from yours.
This is just the beginning.
You will fell every edifice
That refused to recognise your humanity.
You will build playgrounds over
The lands they seized from you.
Your laughter will hit the ground running.
One after another, every empire
Will come crumbling down.
And I will meet you there.
We will dance the Dabke
Over the barrage of those graves.
We will hold hands, you and I,
The present, the past.
They killed you, but you lived through...
Those that came after you.
The world will watch in stunned silence
As the Danse Macabre begins.
The ghost and the once-lost—in unison.
Life will return.
From the river to the sea...
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