Burning The Veil
Response to The Other Side Of The Veil

Two years have passed since I last saw the mourning sky. 

I’m searching through the empty void to remember what

life was like before. I’m losing my freedom. We are losing ourselves.  

 

I remember the fear behind those dark eyes in my reflection. 

The December blackout. The second wind of spiraling nightfall.

We’re trapped behind decisions of an unknown entity. A red wall deciding

our fate. It is no longer my body. It is no longer my choice. 

 

My veil still stands as I light a fire under the fray.   

What am I when they define me as such?

A human incubator with no safety switch off.

Why go back fifty years for us to bleed and riot?

 

Who are we outside this parchment of four tattered corners?

Who are we when our lives are stationed in the claws of nine others?

We The People are no longer people in the eyes of those above us.

There is no liberty. There is no justice. One for one and none for all.

 

There has never been comfort behind these thin walls of a nation.

There has never been kindness towards us that are different. 

There has never been peace over power. It’s only destruction that matters.

And they ask how I would know, but it is simple

for I am not my own.