The Identity Beneath Every Tyranny

It hurts
when your pride
is taken away from you
It hurts
when your beliefs
are no longer free to choose


(But this is what dreams are made of)


It's bleeding
from the roof of the world
soaking orange sheets
and it's covered up
by a thundering hunger
from western apathy


It hurts
when children are raised
in a country that isn't theirs
Especially it hurts
when we ought to see
that they are the actual heirs


(But this is what dreams are made of)


It's bleeding
from the roof of the world
soaking orange sheets
and it's covered up
by a thundering hunger
from western apathy


Through the land of opportunities,
to the gutter of the bloody streets