graves of history

 Take showers in the blank stares of strangers 

For everything I have lived is forbidden 

The present no less sour than the past  

Only hidden inside a sweet coating 

With the skin of secrets as soft as silk 

  As anger resides in the red of lips

With milk drained from society's breasts 

Though they stopped asking advice from the dead

 for were told their views were buried with them 

 although they never fully decompose 

 this fascist nation has dug up those graves

our feelings have forever been restricted 

 I’d love to be granted the need to cry

 But with bitterness, feelings have been tied