Lightening across a heat stricken sky
Angry winds feast their anger onto rolling tides
The inner instinct tells us to run and hide
and yet here we stand
Heads back; mouths open
Arms spread far and wide
Ready to taste the sweet rainwater from the raging storm outside
In hopes to feel the same winds beneath and deep inside
Howl at the nonexistent moon and let the myths hinder our pride
Amongst the madness and the sadness
Won't you hear us cry?

I am from a  land of whispers
Spreading like wildfire
From town to town
House to house
Not knowing what is true
And what are lies.

I am from a land that lived on secrets
Never trusting
Not knowing
What to believe.

I am from a land of sacred days and nights,
Secret rituals
Broken laws
For in this land
If you are found
This day might be your last.

I am from a land of persecution
Where all others who were different
Were savages
And died
Forgotten
Unremembered
Letting hope fade away
As the echoes of the past
Drift still farther from the present.

I am from a land of sadness and confusion
The terror and mystery,
Not knowing who was friend
And who was foe.

I am from a land of survivors
Those who lived through the darkness
To see the light
And left their memories of the lost ones
In the shadows of yesterday.

I am from the land of the free
Where the cruel are brought to justice
And hope still lives
Where there has been
Misery and happiness
Sadness and sickness,
Treachery and lies.

I am from a land of hope
Where the people wait
Numbering the stars
Waiting for the misery to end,
The sickness to end
And the world to change.

For better or for worse,
For good or for evil,
I am from the land of the Jews.

And now at last you draw the ropes
behind my drooping head.
You even have the
courtesy to tie
the knot
in my
stead
.

Distrust is key to
survival
in every aspect
of life
except within.

And that is why
I trust myself
to see myself
as myself.

Beyond that
everyone
is a liar
and
everything
a lie.

He is an
erroneous man
with a soul splotched
in every color
whose death
displays
his ultimate
moral
perfection.

He was the doctor that would destroy anything to claim he had healed it.

She is tired and torn,
battered and broken,
and longs
for nothing
and no one.