I can only speak of the impossible

I cannot defend
I cannot condemn
I could try to apologize
But I have no place to
And that never ends well

I can only say this:

The newcomers
Against whom you have railed
Fought and lost
And fought again
Who have entrenched themselves

And made trade with you
An economy of bitter stings

They, despite all their
Certainty
Determination
Identity
Despite all their work
Would have renounced all their claims
For the simplest of prices

Call me a fool
I don't mind
You could not be more right

They'd never admit it

But I believe they'd leave
Without a word
Well... maybe they wouldn't anymore
But not long ago


All that would have been needed
For them to have walked away
Would have been to hear the missing music
See the missing faces
Enter the missing houses
Of their childhood villages
A simple price

But it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
My words are weightless fantasy
Just like the memory of the past
The declarations of governments
The migrations of peoples

Go back to your struggles