The Ones You Called Family

 When truth become lies, family and the ones you called family ceases to exist.

When the threads of kinship and brotherhood are broken, is it worth the price and effort, tell me, tell us, she who wore the devil's garb.

She who wore the devil's garb and painted the sheep black, forgetting the shepherd knows his sheep, whether at night time or painted black.

When manipulations and injustice arise, do you stand firm or do you close your eyes and sink your head in the sand like ostriches of old.

When we close ours eyes to injustice and the truth what remains of our humanity.

Take heed, he who stands with the truth stands alone and the ones he called family are all gone, are you strong enough.

Take heed because all that remains is pain, gratitude, contemplation and resolve.

When the ones you called family are gone, bury me in a foreign land with my tears and the truth, so that I may finally be free from she the source of my pain and her people and the ones I once called family.

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