This morning you woke up With the entire world on your shoulders. From the foreign land, You are guilty of the crimes your brothers and sisters committed last night. You will drag the weight of their fury, on your soles as you go about your day. You carry the stinch of pain they have been keeping to themselves all these years in your chest. And the bit of strength they took back will be the only thing helping you through the day. Relief will come to you at noon when the fire finally bursts into flames. For now, You pack the venom neatly into your mouth And you mourn quietly for the blood that was shed. Do not be ashamed, he would do the same for you.