Still

I am your brilliance and frustration

I am your immaturaty and your indignance

I am your doubt and your conviction

I am your tragedy and your fortune

I am your crisis and delight

I am your profits and your prophets

I am your death and your decisions

I am your sickness and convalescence

I am your weapons and your light

I am your faithless and your religion

I see you averting your glances
I see you cheering on the war
I see you ignoring your children
I see you altering history
I see you abusing the land
I see you silencing your sisters
I see you lie to your country
I see you forcing them out
I see you blaming each other
I see you and your selective amnesia

...and I love you still