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Remembering and reclaiming our childhood references,
Shall we demand reparations for our enforced integration?
Crisscrossing histories of entangled identities and materials,
Must we choose between here or elsewhere?
Runic inscriptions bear similarity to arabesque geometries,
To which song shall our glorious army march?
May lodes of ore be opened, falconers unlocking silver cages.
May the state be banished, for winter has come and gone.
To the generations of our ancestors, those unsung heroes.
