Therein, herein is nor reality neither a dream,
Though what difference does it makes?
When thou are incapable to determine, to tell,
Unable to differentiate one from the other,
Prove of mortal, weak and ignorant.
In a life of deceit, lies, and fabrication,
Followed closely by intervention, interpolation and manipulation,
Lays a bigger altitude of deception,
Far away from your self-depiction and perceptions.
You live within in segregation,
In isolation, isolating, filled with discrimination,
Racism, class-ism, hatred, disgust and skepticism,
All striving, thriving, working your way,
To reach upon the heavens, according to your notions.
Inferior I am, looking back in depiction of anger and disgust,
Being oppressed and degraded,
Like filthy animals wearing clothes of disgraced,
Discarded by thy own blood, stared at as a sickness.
Uneducated, looked on by hatred,
A creation of society and its inhabitants,
In irony that in effect, resulted in love,
And diminished the hatred that dwelled within,
In search of something more fulfilling.
I am one of you and you one of I,
For I will not deter, even when you wither,
In a journey of faith, a belief that does not go astray,
And soon we will depart into the unknown with what we have known,
Bringing along what we have earned from hereon to thereon.
