Veiled In Suspicion

I’m feared; I’m hated for my own belief Have to contain all my hatred inside Lacking in love and I’m living with grief Hope for redemption within me has died You need me to blame me, as your scapegoat You scorned me you made me, to hate your ways And invented laws for cutting my throat But you failed to see the end was ablaze Hiding in public with eyes bowed to ground Unseen and obscure, unknown and untrue On tiptoes in darkness without a sound Veiled in suspicion all movement in view The wheel of destruction rolls down the hill, How will it all stop, when will it be still?