and you think that you own us

because of some imaginary line

drawn in bloody ink on a bloody map

our bodies used for witness posts

and you want all to be a mirror

that reflects back only your glittering lies

the best the powerful the beautiful

most importantly the always white

you are reeling drunk right now

on delusions of fear masked by arrogant pride

and soon will fall to the ground

cut by the fragments of your self-regard

because we are not you, one of us will come

to bandage your wounds and lift you up

then take you to some hidden place

where you can live your remaining years

alone with only time to fill

that space where the rest of us keep our hearts