Who are you that two seas fall beneath your feet?
Who are you to sit upon a thrown you have never owned?
Who are you to break pearls and hide between their oyster homes?
Who are you that claims to be king but knows not his people?
Who are you to scald your name upon my freedom?
Who are you that you carve golden memories, moulded upon our backs?
Who are you to set me alight and watch while I slowly burn?
Who are you to own the letters and words that form my thought?
Who are you to have an army at my door step, who am I to reply with a rose?
Who am I?
Who am I for tears to quench an eye not mine?
Who am I with tears cascading off innocent cheeks?
Who am I to hide between the sun and your shadow, afraid of both?
Who am I to offer my breath when you’ve left me none to share?
Who am I to pray to the skies when I’ve been deprived of land?
Who am I to paint you in white when you’ve painted me in red?
Who Am I to weave questions into words?
Hoping my voice will sink right in
Deep down to your very core
Asking you once more
Who is the King and who is the slave?
Who are you and who Am I?