I stand here in the shadows
Protected by a white veil already ridden with fear
Watching as my own people are culled in the abattoir they called home
By men who call themselves my brothers
Yet they find fulfilment and contentment in killing one of their own
For not being one of their own
Yet with each day that passes our battle is the same
Scars left by the very veil that now shields me
I too had begun to call this land home
My heart feels very stab inflicted on my people
Every image indented into my mind widening the wound
My vocabulary incapacitated at the feeling of betrayal
Unsure of who I can now call my brother