Poem: Buried Without A Coffin


They’ve been buried without a coffin
Only in a grave
A mass grave, a land wet with blood
Without honour, without identification
They were thrown in without autopsy
No one cared when they lived
No one cares, now that they are there
Like the breaking of news,
Their death was broadcasted

And that was the only honour they ever got

In the same land they played,

In the same land they grew
They were buried without a coffin,
Without an identity
They were taught to respect,
Taught to worship
By the same teachers that have taken their lives
Wet with their blood, wet with their innocence
A land they once called their mother land
Has buried them without a coffin.

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