Rejection

Being ostracised is kin to death
Rejected, driven out from your own  tribe
The hate, the spurning, the unholy wrath

Rejected when we follow our own path
The choice is hard to make and to decide
Being ostracised is kin to death

Cynical and with a hollow laugh
How shall we portray or describe
The hate, the torment, the unholy wrath

Like the martyr tortured on the cross
With no rapid  poison to imbibe
Being ostracised is kin to death

As for the tribe,it is their loss
For now we have new groups who’re  our allies
No hate, no torment, no unholy wrath

Now there  is  less permanence,few guides
We must trust the depths of our shared minds
Being ostracised is kin to death
The hate, the spurning, the satanic wrath