There are some people,
Who love to have their tragedies...
Known to memorialized,
In documentaries shown and repeated.
To leave those limited to media exposure,
Left for many to believe,
Sufferings inflicted upon them...
Do not continue to exist.
With a dismissing of it.
And yet to not admit,
These tragedies are still permitted...
Only discloses a weakness that shows,
Too clear...
A society being torn apart,
By a hype that is deluded to fantasize.
And a history created on fears and threats,
With the best of deceptions kept...
On a canvas portrayed,
To paint as being diversified.
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