Here the lies were painted
Where the foreigners danced
Their veils flowed, my eyes covered
I sit in dust, they fit on my mask

High walls surround me
But I am safe in my disguise
My face becomes anothers
Not a soul will recognize these lies

They told me I was a Jew
Their intentions I know not
their brush strokes Define me
foreigners rejoice as in the dust I rot

The paint swallowed me whole
My canvas belonged not to me
My youth was written by others
My mask was my identity

Here the lies were painted
Where the foreigners danced
Their veils flowed, my eyes covered
I sit in dust, they fit on my mask

I fell into the emptiness
my emotions begin their raid
A moistened tear drifts
My facade begins to fade

Independence for three
My head my heart my soul
I act for the sake of no one
Foreigners forgotten role

Conformity is a fault
Hear nothing but my own voice
Running into the endless night
Stripped of all else, Natives rejoice

Here
lies

the foreigners
Their veils


covered

in dust