We adapt to the appellations given to us
With anger controlling us
We can never be appeased
By our family we are not pleased
Anger is raging as rising flames
Bit by bit we are estranged from our usual games

We lose our closest friends
And they in turn become formidable foes
Our dignity begins to grovel
What was before a solid wall
Is now turned into fine gravel
Inhumanity has indeed taken its toll

We fight without fear
For we believe to our destiny we are near
We believe that we were meant to struggle
Is it why in mythical movies
Of witchcraft and wizardry we are called “muggles”?
Because our beliefs are strong,
We choose to remain in the wrong.