The Submerged Tenth

Monuments for tyrants

Mass graves for the repressed

We've inherited a wasteland

A kingdom half-ablaze, in ruins

From the margins, we choose to reject stasis

"Success" our failure: to accept defeat

To give up our ideals

We're foreigners in our own countries

And we have nothing more to lose

Fanning the embers of discontent

We'll write our own histories

Call us what you will

And, carrying no flags, we, carving our own niche

Will throw back in your teeth all that you claim as truth