The smiles we show are just a facade.
They took our water, they drained our souls, they mock our dignity.
Once we represented a model state of being. Now, we're just a wound with a decade old band-aid, with the masses debating whether to peel it gently or rip it off.
We each carry a stone slab of our own burden.
Foundation is taken from our feet and stacked upon our backs in their twisted game of Jenga.