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Ghosts of Parlous LivesGhosts of vanquished livesHaunt your oppressers You were spared nothing To supply their greed Ghosts of enslaved lives They had their heaven You who had nothing Show them suffering Helpless, you watched your children die One by one Each one damned from birth You loved them all, your pride, your joy No one knew their worth Their children thrive and revel in riches Gods who watched you fall They have more than they will ever need They will ask for more Ghosts of parlous lives Paupers and pilgrims Broken and blinded You have lost your way Ghosts of erased lives You have no headstone To mark your passing From a cursed life Imprisoned for trying to survive Taking enough to stay alive From their stores of plenty Caught in your misdeeds Paid in blood for your crimes Broken down before your time Nothing of you remains behind. You who worked so hard for pittance You who had nothing to call your own Helpless you watched your beloved suffer You who begged before their thrones Haunt them all in their filthy splendour And bring them broken to their knees Haunt them all in their filthy splendour And bring them broken to their knees Haunt them all in their filthy splendour Observe them crawling at your feet. |