I came from unity, silent and wild, A sea of millions, fierce and piled.

I fought through millions to reach the womb, The only victor from nature’s tomb.

I entered life, a battle won—But is the fight now just begun?

Raised to recall the tales long gone, Where I come from, where I belong.

Taught I was born from blood that’s best, With empty pride that gave no rest.

Self-acclaimed in victory’s name, With no real cause, just borrowed fame.

Acting like kings for what they earned—Too young to know, too far to learn.

A second birth, the world outside, The home now gone, no place to hide.

My kingdom vanished into air, My pride gets hit—I’m stripped and bare.

Again and again, I fall, I bleed, And now I know I’m just a seed.

I’m told I’m free, I’m told I’m one, Alone beneath a distant sun.

Now comes the fight against my past, My name, my roots, the chains they cast.

They taught me this: to fight my own, To cut the thread I’d once been shown.

This fight is hardest of them all—The war to break my mental wall.

To chase a freedom sold as truth, That steals the dreams I knew in youth.

They preached of justice, human rights—But not for my kind, not for my fights.

Now that I see, I look around—My feet are firm upon this ground.

Here I stand with sword and shield, On the highest peak I’ve sealed.

Each breath a scar, each step a toll, But now I plant my own flag whole.

I look around and what I see—A thousand peaks with men like me.

Each standing proud, alone, in pain, Each thinking they have broke their chain.

Sunni, Shia, Pharaoh’s son, and the The baptized.

Arab, Kurds, Berber, Phoenician and americanized.

Each peak alone, each banner placed.

Each warrior stands, their truth they wield, With lonely flags and armored shield.

And in the distance, watching still, The dragon waits to strike and kill.

It storms with fire, devours our kind, While we stand blind, too self-defined.

One by one, the flames consume, As peaks fall silent in their gloom.

The fight we chose, we fought alone—A dragon fed by every throne.

A war we lost before the cry, The day we split, the day we lied.