In The Hanging Garden (January 28, 2018)

Casted adrift

Into a sea of darkness

Without any sense of direction

Or reason

Why.

Searching for a past

Long buried

In hate and ignorance

Of being different.

A minority sublimated

By the majority

Without questioning

Why.

Lost of self-identity

Imposed denial

Cultural genocide

That consumes

One's soul.

Regardless

Of one's inner strength

No one is asking

Why.

Where death is

Often seen

As the only solution

For life's injustices.

And yet

Are reluctant to change

Without wondering

Why.

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.