Born a child of Democracy,
raised in harsh hypocrisy.
We learned in school
to read and write and lie,
to never kiss and tell.
Yes, we hid our secrets well
The battles raged,
all around.
Our eyes were covered,
our hands were bound.
Wars for peace, wars for freedom,
Wars for the flower-garlands,
laid on lovers' necks.
Just as the world laid its weighing eyes upon us,
and we took no prisoners.

All in all I loved the poem!!!!!!