Soulless

 

How heavy would your heart feel,

How heavy would be your tread?

If your whole life is made of fleeing 

Without ever touching your own land?

How heavy would your tears fall,

How close would death feel?

If you are never allowed a home,

Always disappearing under your feet.

How quickly will your anger rise,

How deep will the roots grow?

When every time you use your voice

Their judgment brings it low?

How sad will your days feel,

When gray is all you see?

And you have nothing to remember by

The faces of your family.

How quick our humanity broke

While looking at human lives.

How quick we are to take our heart

And hand to twist the knife.