Hypocricy

As the flag tumbled to the floor, stained red,
His weary eyes, glimmered with hope,
The tyranny had ended for one minority,
yet remained embedded in another,
He left these foreign shores, and returned home,
Not as a triumphant hero, as his white counterparts.

But as a spare part, his mouth longing for familiarity,
Denied basic human rights,
Barred from one café after another,
Fighting hand and tooth for morality,
Bloodshed, intertwined on the battle field,
Leaking out, drip-feeding a shell shocked nation.