Secrets screaming at me,
The defining moment.
Sweat trickles down my temples,
Truth scattering the floor around me.
Illegal killings around me,
Gulping air I look at the faces.
A deed catches my eye.
My throat constricts,
Its not ours,
This vast, green, land is not ours.
Generations lied to,
Centuries of lies glare back at me,
Snatched by greed,
Long buried screams and shoven in this cabinet fill my ears,
Terrified faces scrambling to save themselves,
Fear cloying my insides,
Its not ours.
Bile rises in my throat,
My body feels heavy,
Illegal blood shedding launched what we call ours.
We’re not worthy.
I shuffle the papera back,
The death hidden in this room chocking me.
The facts chant in my head.