We're millions out here
divided and split.
We keep hearing, we're ultimate,
all powerful.

Branded terrorists for being better citizens.
Powerless, Punished, Brutalised to succumb.
Stripped off honour for questioning,
for trying to right the wrongs against the masses.

We're out here in millions
running a blind race
Robbed of individuality.
Running, just to stay safe.

Standing in millions
counting days, taken for granted, number's sake.
We're many things
lassoed beneath many other names

Tomorrow's citizens, the growing population.
Votes to commemorate false promises of a power war.

I'm afraid our futures stand at stake, students, tomorrow's citizens, we sit in schools, cowering in fears.

We were trained to lie down in submission, how am I to fight you?

tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write

If our tongues were blades,
They'd be hiraeth lulling me to sleep.
An exotic dance, a battlefield