War

Taken from our motherland,

Broken from the "stronger" men,

When we sleep, they barge inside,

Abusing, hitting children like its no crime,

In the middle of the night,

They give us the predictable fright,

And take us to that place,

Where they burn the ashes,

Of our souls,

Just because, they blame us for this war,

A little star branded on my skin,

A little special win,

Not for us,

Not for them,

But for the broken humanity,

That we are all lost in.