Who am I?
I don't know . .
My race has no history
For me to look into and fined answers
About my self.
Lay your hands on me
And heal my cultures soul
Hollow because of my
Lack of history.

Why are we here?
Why were we left behind?
What did we do wrong?

Social chains
Social bonds
Broken by this crippling
Human run society
That we are forced to live in!
Living our life's in a way
That we are forced to
Because we have no home!
We have no home on this planet!
Homeless and ostracised.

I look into the night time sky's
A shooting star scars their surface
And I wonder,
Am I looking at me home?


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Scarlatan, in the year 276 AF.