I look into the eyes of another soul

I see their heavy burden, the harshness of life’s toll

Ignorant they scream and shout

Without understanding their perception is stout

The scape and they toil

But never get the wealth from the oil

Humanity and pride are things they hold dear

Yet they contain no qualities and scatter in fear

Afraid to help each other, even more to help themselves

Like Christ they uphold piety and are eternally humble

Yet when fortune is bestowed, with frustration they stumble

Conceit and deceit jealousy and lies

A culture long dead a people that cry

They yelled and screamed but heard they never are

Silent, quiet but always there. My soul forever forgets their heavy stare

They cry in violence, they suffer in troves

Ignored they are like the Jews in the stove

Help always comes to the forgotten people too late

Victory from others, they could never take

All alone they forever are

Until they are brainwashed, feathered and tarred

‘Til a people are scared with no recollection left

Only the scars that extend farther than the ocean’s depth

A shame that is felt through generations more

An aching painful eternal sore

A cancer and infection a fatal attack

The people could never stand up and amass

They are separated and beaten with words of hate

False descriptions and traditions others take

First the land and the people and then the soul

When will they realize its true toll

Then after the people the sacred ground

And then we are all lost, never to be found.