You left me with no choice
Purge my memory of you
Both good and pleasant
Your nickname “Christmas” is a farce
I’m present, but your presence is a sign of guilt I reject
Your actions toward my nation cannot be negotiated away
Bombs named “Louie” and “Tommy” carpeted the landscape
All because you couldn’t admit defeat
All to bolster your stocks in gunpowder and steel
1972 to 1973, years to commit to memory
I had yet to be conceived, yet my conception was pre-ordained
Your charity is my blast radius
I live here, not there, because you said so
But my memory stretches centuries
Pleasantries aside, my story is your story, and it isn’t pretty
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