I’m pushing at shadows,
sending them colliding into the
twisted reality of all that your
dreams stand for.
The shadows are you,
imprints of your voice, your words,
your thousand reasons for
not giving up.
I want to give up.
I want to be able to break down,
my hands groping at the grass
that’s rooted firmly into the soil
of your homeland.
It used to be my homeland too
But I gave up on it.
Because I saw through your shadows.
I saw through the haze of your patriotism.
I saw the reality through the distorted
light from the broken prism.
I saw the monsters that you hide
behind your unfaltering optimism.
But they are stronger than your faith,
They are breaking down the walls.
You fail to see what they are.
But you will, and when you do,
it will be too late.