Resistance

Why do we bother with this fight,
When victory is out of sight?
We fight not just for triumph's glow,
But to defend what's ours and that they should know.

To remind them of each cruel act,
The horrors etched, the lives they wracked.
While we breathe, they'll feel the cost,
A haunting truth for all they've lost.

No remorse? Then we'll rebel,
A thorn in their side, a living hell.
If guilt won't pierce their hardened guise,
We'll echo the pain they won't recognize.

They can't escape the wrong they've done,
The shadows cast where there's no sun.
Forgiveness? but where's the plea?
An apology's absence leaves no key.

They deny the killings, the arsons, the robbery,
Twist the truth till nothing's left.
Forgiveness? No, not for us,
Not till they face reality.

We know what’s inhumane and vile,
They crossed that line by many miles.
If we let this darkness have its course,
Then what's left for our future?
So, resistance, the sole way out,
For us and generations to follow.