The Cross Apart

At the crossroads of discord, we stand

A house divided, lost in a troubled land

The boulevards of unity, a distant dream

As misery and strife, our souls would seem

The nature of our plight, a complex weave

Embracing diversity, yet disparate we grieve

In unity, we claim to find our strength

But in diversity, all gazes turn to length

A reprimand on us, for the parts we play

Punished in despair, night and day

By the torrents of injustice, we’re swept away

In a world that seeks to reproach, we’re forced to pay

We’re searched and scrutinized, in the pursuit of equality

A share of the national cake, a fleeting reality

The cross we bear, a burden we must bear

A weight that’s crushing, a load we can’t share

Lives lost in the struggle, voices unheard

The cry of the oppressed, a sorrow that’s endured

The cross apart, a symbol of our pain

A reminder of the strife, that we cannot explain.