Oppessor

There is nothing good about what you do or who you are, not allowing children to reach for the stars. You have caused nothing but heartache and sadness thus far.

Why it is what you do I have not a clue. Money is not worth the life of your people. I remember how you promised to treat us equal. Your forces prevent us from discovering our causes and to the enemy I have no identity. I'm forced to suppress my feelings and take off what I am wearing. For what it cost I am now lost.

The greatest weapon is our mind so I tell my children everything will be fine; not the same thought in this head of mine. Starting to realize my fate I step closer to the gate. This camp is overcrowded But I feel so alone. No longer free to roam. How sad, this is my new home.