victory vill ve ours.
they have not been able to silence us.
we still exist in our own undergrounds.
the whole lot becomes zealots and bigots.
claiming birth rights to thrones and golden crowns.
they came from somewhere east or somewhere west.
soon began attempts to conquer the rest.
and no one could be free in this new land,
everything now, under the king’s command.
turn in yourself and get used to the state.
your tabula rasa a muddled slate.
you’ve been stratified and then socialized.
your eyes went blind before you realized.
but those that would oppose still do exist,
lurking in shadows waiting in the mist.