It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.
Spoke Voltaire
And thus there was us...
The chosen...neglected,
yet affected dejected people that defected,
You better respect it,
The drama's unfolding,
Some laws upholding but beholding to no one.
Waiting to show one of you, what to do,
about your oxygen debt. Yet you label us the heretic.
Watching you suck my...clique...dry. Why doubt us?
You know nothing about us...Descartes discards you as spoiled drink.
I think... there for I am...disgusted with this pop culture sham. Its cheesy.
It fails to please me, its disease sees its way through to my body.
Poetry is all inclusive to the non intrusive, yet elusive truths slip and slide,
they are forced to hide in subversive verses.
Indications of vindication in locations varied lead to dead and buried thoughts.
Inside the mind of my kind are enshrined idea's and philosophies,
The imperialists find this camaraderie scary. Share the wealth? Cure's that bring health?
They murder us in stealth. Thus remains the stains of bullets and pain,
in the name of vain material gain, they wax while we wain, its a shame.