World War Me

Last night I had a prophecy
for all the brown-skinned refugees
amongst a war they opt to flee
conforming to a quo elite
the status of kings retaliate
with democratic overlay
in which the self-loathed candidates
relent the fight they subjugate
co-ops tend to judge their words
distilling pride with sheepish urge
pulling regression closer to home
in minds where tyrants and despots roam
they close themselves to further elation
by listening to those
with self-preservation
arrogance takes over
majority rules
in the tyrannical ways
society moves
do or die
my war is my own
it's tattooed on my shoulder
it's written in stone
I'm a minority first
...and
I'm
NOT
alone.