A Cry for Justice Silent Battles of A Foreigner Poem

10
Jun

A Cry for Justice Silent Battles of A Foreigner

In the depths of solitude, I reside,

Embracing the whispers of cosmic tide.

A foreigner I am, but a citizen of this land,

Yet woven in my being, a spirit so grand.

They label me with words, a mark of distinction,

But I am boundless, beyond petty affliction.

For I am a constellation, an ember in the night,

A symphony of stardust, burning oh so bright.

Silent, I stand amidst the chatter’s roar,

For my power lies in the depth of my core.

Through venomous tongues, I rise above,

In regal poise, I triumph with love.

I’m the foreigner, the seeker of truth,

I dance to the rhythms of a celestial booth.

The universe chose me, a unique vessel,

To honor my differences, to be bold and meek.

So let them talk; their whispers are frail,

I walk this path where miracle prevails.

In silent strength, my soul shall prevail,

A foreigner, a monarch, beyond their tale.