To forget, to lose

Origin is map

Compass and guide

Excise the root

The fruit will
comply

For, the branch
that is blind to the source of the soil

Dances with death
and begets nothing less

At the behest of
story

Memory attends

A tale told by a
tyrant

In the tone of a
friend

In the war between
nations

Between women and
men

The wickedest of
weapons

Of course, is the
pen

It depends on
nothing more

Than the flick of
a wrist

But the damage it
inflicts

Breaks generations

Yet we don’t
condemn

As the bomb or the
bullet

Though the pen
does kill

Way more than the
regiment

What is the death
of mere skeletons

To the death of
intelligence?

The death of the
body

To the death of
the mind?

We can find more
soldiers

But murdered
memory

Must be re-membered

By a people

Blind

Osiris is
scattered

Isis must come

But Horus the
young

Rejects his own
mother

As we reject
darkness

Especially when
feminine

If you wish to see
sickness

Then this is your
evidence

Memory, memory

Where for art thou
memory

To our shame, our
dead

Mere stones in the
cemetery

But the dead are
the living

And the yet to be
born

So it’s not death
that we mourn but the changing of form

And we scorn our
past it’s the mask that we wear

On our masters behalf,
and we ask in our prayers

To be made over,
by Jehovah

White as the
cliffs down in Dover

Cos you know you
believe what they told ya

And the truth that
we hold is a boulder

So you beg to
forget your exposure

Bury your head in
the sand to the shoulders

And hope someone
else is gonna solve it, but

You are Peter
Jackson

They wont fight
you squarely

Those that claim
they’re superior

Believe the
contrary

Forgetting is
begetting

A self

Amputated

And the part you’ve
negated can’t be replaced with

All of the stars
and the stripes they emblazon

On blazers and
faces and races inferior

The narrative the
story that causes hysteria

The savage, the
baggage, the marriage to myth

We must divorce
from the source of the sick

Severed from
centuries

Cut from
continents

Hidden in view

Who is
responsible?

What is this omen?

That sings of a
time

When stories of
mine

Have the gall not
to hide

But to scream
their solution

In picture, in
rhyme

Remember

Remember

Remember

Re-member