One of the many, but not one as well

Under the crissum of the whole country

Tip toeing through the land mines

Society telling me my family is Evil, Because of their beliefs

Intense heat rips through my chest

Death of some try to spark the next genocide

Evaluating the whole Arab nation, from the faults of a few

Revenge so sweet in the mouth of the faultless

Sobs break as I’m forced to pick a side