Anarcha

Three names in place of all the ones that weren't allowed to speak
Thirty times they faced the wall while men practiced their new techniques
It's not black and white, but it is
Because the only records are his we can't drown in his ink
Don't forget these stories are linked

I wish these monuments were built with these important men inside them
Case in bronze and stone while they still breathe
At least when we see all these smug looks on their frozen faces
We'd know they were rotting underneath
Not doomed to repeat

Three years of exploitation, "that's just how it was those days"
Three statues celebrating all the bodies, all their pain
Forced to hold each other down, drugged to muffle screaming sounds
Not knowing who'd be next
Progress, but at whose expense?

I wish these monuments were built with these important men inside them
Case in bronze and stone while they still breathe
At least when we see all these smug looks on their frozen faces
We'd know they were rotting underneath
Please, it can't repeat

How long must we wait before these pillars of men crumble and fall?

Yeah, we rope them up to drag them down
To desecrate their public graves
Yeah, we lifted you up instead of your mothers
And your daughters, these women
Your wives, your maids, your servants, and your slaves

We're tired of waiting
The bigger the guilt, the harder they fall