May the earth reject their steps,
every stone turning sharp beneath their feet.
May their tongues dry in their mouths,
their lies choking them before they reach the air.
May their homes be hollow,
filled with echoes of betrayal,
their children born strangers to them.
May the night refuse them sleep,
dreams breaking like glass in their skulls.
And when they beg the soil for rest,
may even the grave
spit them back.
For they tried to erase a people,
yet it is they
who will vanish.