Even in the graveyard
The fascists search for a flag of victory
waging war
Against the silence of the dead
They are writing
The obituary of their own civilization
When the whip strikes
The spine of the graves
The earth groans
The sky hangs its head in shame
Fanaticism first murders empathy
Then extinguishes human feeling
But memories are neither stone nor dust
After every act of injustice
They return
As new testimony
Remaining forever awake
In the eyes of history.
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