I can no longer hide
the true depths of my mind.
My eyes have learned a worry
passed down
through the hands of time.
Generations of lives
tossed to the wind,
at war with themselves
and the blood of their kin.
It runs deep within them:
merciless, unspared.
Not a truth meant for pity,
but proof
that life is not fair.
Some have carried
far more than their share.
Raised in a childhood
taught not to hope,
to cling only to
what the mind could evoke.
The far west,
the stars,
the sky?
Dreaming was something
they barely survived at night.
So no;
my mind won’t rest,
and neither should yours.
There’s a world around us
not meant to be toured.
Imperial hands have broken
these lands;
I will not take part
unless I offer to stand.