covers up

the mistakes we make

The people we hurt

and lead astray

a layer of

strong-smelling ambivalence

a constant reminder

of our society’s cruel ways

we carry on

as if there’s no harm done

the deaths, the heartache,

the defeated ones

corpses buried beneath

our country’s pride

countless rights lost,

just thrown to the side

and everything’s good

no harm done at all

until you start to smell the tippex

and scrape away it all

you’ll find our nation’s

fragments of inequality

the mistakes we hide away

and never let the world see.