Lies Dirtied With Blood

Lie, and tell me there is no pain, no suffering.
Pain is in their eyessuffering is
in their screams put a knife against their necks.
Press until they bleed, and tell me
it doesn´t hurt you know what they feel,
they don´t need to use your language.
Our instincts were buried under asphalt by our ancesters.
We are thoughts and feelings
and that makes our choices possible.