You live in a velvet dream
Head held high
with jewels adorning your body like a second skin
Standing on a pedestal
you are unable to see
the inky storm beneath you,
the dark side of yourself
that we've been constantly enduring
The rest of the world
praises you
and raise scarlet ribbons
to the 'hero' that has saved their empire
But can't they see,
our scarred, shackled hands
as we lug each brick
to build your castle's walls?
But can't they hear,
our anguished, pleading wails
as we're whipped
for disobeying your orders?
But can't they understand,
that we're not the monstrous enemy
but slaves
that you have robbed us of our homes
and forced us into your will?
No, they cannot
They cannot see you for what you truly are:
A thief—
(hidden hands clutching the temptation of riches
revealing hungry eyes for greed)
A murderer—
(bloodstained skin behind your noble façade
with our cries your hymn of the angels)
A devil—
(lost behind the lies of God
a human stripped of mortal flesh and bone)
You are a human who is no longer human
But beast—scales, fangs, talons
Oh, we pity the blinded
who live on honeyed deceptions
of your forked tongue
—believing your claims to be a saint
sent to save them from the darkness
of what will always linger in humanity
But our hands are bound—
History is written
Fate is decided
Only we can see you live
in a velvet dream
while we survive in the inky storm
Because you are royalty
and we are merely survivors from your endless wars
