by Siim Kepp
Perspective changes everything.
|The oppressors are dancing,
On the graves of the oppressed,
At the flames, quickly glancing,
Their songs never put to rest.
The oppressors are dancing,
Children eagerly watching,
Innocence is history.
The oppressors once themselves,
Were slain, and put to the test,
Long since then, they've made amends.
On the top now, they feel blessed.