The symbolic lies shattered: The symbolic is all

With my perils and those of the world
            upon me,
I am driven to terra luctus,  silence.

The symbolic lies shattered: The symbolic is all:

In the desert,
Word is with interpretation
   not people;
For the building of the nation, no city was destroyed.
People just drop dead:of pebbles birds drop from the heavens.
   There is no murder under this sky.
Interpretation claims, ‘I am killed in clashes,
   there is no genocide.’

In the plains,
Corpses swept into rivers
   and burning by the roadside seek
   hegemony over words.

But we get diegesis instead:
   ‘We are a model state,
   Those images of the dead are lies.’