I rooted myself in a corner;
Far from scrutiny, or so I thought.
An event robbing me of a lifetime,
Turning me gray and vain.
Pride is my driving power, the thread
I fear to cut, being fueled by onlookers
But could I hold on?
When my spirit is being devoured whole?
When the voice of reason is being covered
by the thickness of nationalism?
Should I hang on, when the very foundation that I rooted myself into,
Has turned upside down and is now decaying?
Is there a point in believing it could be fair?
When all faults are directed in your direction?
The verdict is yet to be sentenced,
The turmoil yet to calm.
But I know one thing is certain–
I’ll start to grow again, once released from under this glass.