Monday, 29 January 2018

In The Hanging Garden (January 28, 2018)

Casted adrift
Into a sea of darkness
Without any sense of direction
Or reason

Searching for a past
Long buried
In hate and ignorance
Of being different.

A minority sublimated
By the majority
Without questioning

Lost of self-identity
Imposed denial
Cultural genocide
That consumes
One's soul.

Of one's inner strength
No one is asking

Where death is
Often seen
As the only solution
For life's injustices.

And yet
Are reluctant to change
Without wondering

Where one's greed
And self-agenda
Are often measured
In the lives lost.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: Just some thoughts that have been floating in my head.

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