Our people ☆☆☆

Factory morning

You never see the sun little girl

You are stiching your fingers into the fabrics of the night

Like the matchmakers and the clock girls

How can we not care enough for other peoples people

Why do we think

Just because there are different names and sounds and customs

That they are not our people

Everyone who has ever lived are a fleshed feeling human like we

No matter where from, they will always be our people

So when you see our people fleeing

Our people being bombed

Our people labouring and children starving and working or dying or children* covered in blood and dust from collapsed bulidings 

Or when your coworker tells you her whole family is dead

Dont you dare say

"This is not our people"

I dont care who you are or where you are from

A dead child is a dead child

And a murdered people are a murdered people

These are children

So they will always be our children

These are people

So they will always be our people