Masked Face
There is no bar
For the silent war
Those internal fights
Praying for my rights
Wearing a masked face of silence
Through the day through the night
Being amidst those people
Who, when revealed, might show their might
They are the one I cannot be with,
But the one I am supposed to be with
Those vertical lines I am held behind
Some irritate me, but some are kind
I am let to live and I may be killed some day
When I stand up and say what I want to say…
Not safe even in my territory.
Invasions and killings not out of my sight.
I wander I don’t have mind.
They just kill me and don’t mind
Some for taste
Some as a decoration
Some in the museum
Someday the future generation will want to know more
When…I will be counted as a species no more
There is no bar
The silent war
Those internal fights
Praying for my rights
