My Dead Language

Mercy

Mercy never knew anyone so true

It pleads for humanity to see

To understand as more than one

To be, to feel, to act collectively

This founded way of living

Never seemed so unraveled

And suddenly has no meaning

We tried to build on the shoulders of equality

That is why we left and that is how we arrived

We don’t embrace the history

We run

We hide

And when we venture out

It’s to point the finger

To assign the blame

To get to the root of justice that hasn’t begun to grow

Do we really fear the unknown

Or a past that was never acknowledged

So how can it belong anywhere in time

If it exists only in our mind

When it is not our problem

When we suddenly don’t understand grief

We are so doomed

So condemned to disbelief

We won’t find mercy

We won’t find relief

Our future, fathered by mistrust and doubt

Oh what a place to bury a growing spirit

There is no greatness

Just insignificance

If that is where we live

If that is the truth we conceive

How will we ever earn the country we deserve

A country we can believe

Jennifer Barajas

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