All I had were my truths,
But they owned the nine o’clock news
All I had were my words,
But they held the sticks and the swords
All I had were my eyes
But they owned the petty pretty lies
All every time I raised my lone voice,
They drowned it out in the dark noise.
Then, All I had left was my self
But they owned everyone else.
Then everyone turned against me,
And so, I became everyone.
And so, I lost my lone self.
And so, I became everyone.
And so, I was happy once again.
Anupam Debashis Roy
7/9/2018
Washington D.C