Where do I stand?
In a world sewn with tears,
While history yields.
Written with words better left
Unspoken.
Frenzied emotions,
Feel like explosions, inside
My heart beating to hide
Voices inside my mind.
Deafening.
Your world is written
From beyond your prison,
Yet you rise, compromise,
Welcome the lies that are fed,
Accepting.
Your loyalties divide.
To a world you have no control in.
Do you stand on the wrong side
Of history and let them decide?
Empowering.
Who will write the final page
In a book where we've embraced.
Our chaos and our anarchy
For simplicity and no sympathy.
Apparent.
Neither side will win.
Calling names through hateful grins
Our pain and vitrol burns from within
While allowing the enemies to win.
We've sold our souls for nothing.
-H. Murcia 12:26 pm 1/27/2026















