They said the war was long ago,
That dogs don’t bite if leashed and fed.
But flags came back we used to know,
And old men taught the hate instead.
The books were cut, the names were changed,
The past was pinned behind a glass.
But cities burned, and laws were ranged
To guard the towers built on class.
They smiled in suits, they shook your hand,
Then pulled the border through your bed.
They used the screen to paint the land,
Then called it fair when justice bled.
A knee, a cage, a gun, a wall,
We’ve seen it all. We said we won.
But marble cracks and empires fall,
And truth still flinches from the sun.
You ask, “Is this the same old fight?”
It is. Just neater, brushed and pressed.
It wears a tie, it votes at night
And dreams of marching boots, unguessed.
We Said We Won
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