We Are

We are not free. We do not choose who we can be. We are who we are because of who our parents were, And they were but a product of their parents too. For what is the destiny of one generation If not another recurring memory of a struggling nation, Echoing through the veins of time, Doomed to be played again With the chains of imprisonment And the drums of liberation. We are what we are, And that is - human. We take sides when we don’t have to Because we need to belong. We own places as much as they own us, If not less. We are what we are, And that is - broken: Beyond judgement, Beyond reason, Beyond repair.