In the Shroud of An Incognito

Why was born in that specific time, sealing a fate too quick to regret, when changes swept an entire world? In some places there was war, and in others there was peace, but the unrest was read on every face; and the most courageous ones joined the fight, to defend their freedom on this once-serene shore... who could have sensed the anticipation of discord? My dilemma seemed to bother me alone, everybody else went about their normal living, without the anxiety and the worry of being carried away by the pathetic winds of sub-consciousness; was I being neglected and rejected for my opinions? Nobody seemed to listen or even care: a battle is fought by all, and the fiercest warrior must lead them in the challenging battle-field... to determine ways how to win it without incurring many losses; and an exaggeration, with boastful praises, would be unfair! I exercised caution not to provoke hostility, or aggravating those tensions already exposed to anger, so I hid myself in the shroud of an incognito: to bear a day-to-day existence sensing a denial of sympathy; to be a sentinel and warn what was the scourge of the lie, because the evidence was as clear as a moonlit sky! Making compromises to underline my concept... words as concise as the ones spoken by a truthful mouth, unvarying in their pure meaning, piercing as roses' thorns; and then, menacing glances and sour eyes became the phantoms that could have easily frightened me or harmed me with their enraged voices... I intercepted that danger and ended their madness! Approaching life without questioning one's heart, without asking what can be claimed for every effort ever made, implies an ignoble cause not needed to be scornfully concealed: in the shroud of an incognito and be blameless of the internal conflict!