It's easy for oppressed groups to oppress All they could learn from their oppressors Victims slowly disappearing In the wake of weaponised victimisation And in its beauty deep crevices Hiding cracks that leak the blood that Allows for its power These cracks filled with Those caught in the hold Of the weapon wielders And the cracks were never smoothed, Never shaped to be merciful Just accepting enough that The crevices are filled to hold onto power And there is no power without All that holds the oppressed in place of power And hidden away are those who suffer their wrath Wanting freedom Yet not wanting the freedom at hand For one freedom hurts to their death And another takes their last breath unreached