My death is not a song

My death is not a song

For you to sing

Is not a March for

you to walk in

Is not a shirt for you to wear

Is not a road that carries my name

Will the world forget

Where I'm from

I don't care

My stolen life is not

an abandoned

City besieged

by a weeping sea

I can hear you singing

I can hear you dancing

Remember not my name

But the names of my kids

who you killed while

they were carrying my death

Or the land that you've turned into

a graveyard of broken souls

and mass graves.