Couldn't See

Squinting through the holes of the mask,

the  Veil, our people's pasts blinding

our sight to see our right to be 

apart of something in the dream.

But what dream? A concept that was 

polished clean to complete the game.

But how do we aim for it all?

We were the pawns to take the fall.

We tried to catch ourselves but were

still held down by the weight, by the

gravity of our own nation's

mistakes. And still the issues stay.

Us, them, they. We all couldn't see

beyond the veil, the mask, the dream.