Discriminate

incantations from riddles to puzzles
a mystery to decipher for they make no sense
perhaps not to you but to them
a puzzle to unlock
but a language of power
an irony unlike any other

being a shaman is to be respected
yet revered and outcast
you hold power of only your kind
you may only share with the clan
and no other shall learn
for your's is a secret way
one of secrecy and ritual
a way of life away from the people
and besides yourself
nobody knows your misery
and duty
even an agony
never unleashed

against the winds of fate
it seems like illwill
but before your own choices
it seems a good life
to adopt a duty is to choose for yourself
but to fall down to fate
is to not be yourself
but a slave to destiny
which was not borne by you
but by those who manipulate
and lie and cheat
to which is earthly
and the only real destiny
in true sense
is within yourself

for another to see inside you
they must first repel you
because they will deny you
of all that you are
because they see themselves as first
and you as the last
they will not respect you
but they will spit at you
yet you may climb
to gain their respect
for if they are civil
and good minded
they shall learn
to put you as equal
or we should all be enemies
for we listen to no one, but ourselves
and for that
we should be punished
by the hands of justice and peace
but the hands of equity and equality
those are the leisures of peace
and resentment is but hatred
in a nicely wrapped package