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Sensitivity Training For The Great Powers

It's the little people of the world
The powerless, who do not dream of conquest
Who do not yearn to build empires
Using the bones of their fellow-creatures as bricks
And their blood and fat as mortar
Whose names are for the most part unknown
Who have been every color that mankind can be
These outcasts and downtrodden
Fall into broad and narrow categories
They have been enslaved, butchered, worked to death
Starved into submission, scalped, gassed, and burned
They are a reminder of what it takes
To be a conqueror and build empires
The extreme to which countries must go
To force other human beings into submission
And they have left blood
On the hands of every so-called Great Power
That has decided to dominate other people.

Before these Great Powers
Seek to tell us how to govern ourselves
How to treat our fellow man
Let them first wash the blood off their hands
And give back what they have taken from others
Give it back all of it and apologize
Not because this can bring back the dead to life
Or fully compensate the living
But because this will be a sign
That they mean what they say
And are willing to practice what they preach.
But until they are willing to do this
Please, I beg of you
Keep your mouths shut
Do not try and tell other nations what to do
Just clean your own noses
And go and defecate in your own latrines.
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