Heritage
Victimized, but not a victim
Never charged, but always blamed
I can hear them maledicting
But I cannot feel ashamed
Cause my guilt is just a nation
Means I’m carrying within
The inherited frustration
Of the other people’s sin
Funny how it feels unfair
And ridiculously sad
To be someone but nowhere
To be no one but not dead
I feel sorry for the angels
Cosmic managers of ours
Sorry for the lack of changes
Broken trees and faded flowers
Please don’t take it as complaint
Just admit that I’m aware
If it matters - I can wait
And I will, for better share.
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