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.