Every shop a prison

Every building is a sentence

Every window spells a word

Every suburb tells a story

But for most it goes unheard

Every plot of land a massacre

And all the flesh was stripped

They brought in all the witches

And the wendigos by ship

The haunting guilt 

The blood unspilt

On ancient burial ground

Upon which stands a shopping mall

That hums a distant sound

Every shop a prison

And every clerk a slave

And every time I pay a dollar

someone works in chains

And still I watch in awe

As the billboards reappear

Assuring me of what I need

But also why I‘m here

The european arrogance

To colonize a land

And show up centuries later

To build castles on the sand

Passing judgment everywhere

Pretend it wasn‘t us

Learn to fight and live alone

Forgotten how to trust