Not again,
Not again,
Not again.
Red lines drawn around cast aside communities.
A reckless action which shakes us to our core.
Breaking apart the filaments that’s held us together.
Sons and daughters who will never return home.
Not again,
Not again.
This archetypal trauma of chasms unable to heal,
Exposing the cruelty permeating the system.
Doors remain locked, bed sheets turn cold.
No one is going home tonight.
No one is going home.
Not again.