In the name of freedom, fools are fucking around,
Freedom is starving in the outskirts,
All the racists, billionaires are spitting on its face,
Spitting on its integrity, snatching its means of survival,
while others are drooling over them and dreaming of their position,
It is where evolution led us to they say, then be hell with it,
Tempting this bird by showing off your lavish cage,
but this bird ain't meant for your jail,
it's gonna turn its face away and drift high,
So you freedom fuckers can fuck yourself,
We were hushed and forced to accept your unruly justice,
You told us,
you'll cleanse this whole generation but won't even clean your room, look down on people who do,
A smile for them and a frown for me is that how you do,
Wear multiple masks for different occasions, for several people,
just to smell paper and look and live good,
Pride and prestige can go fuck themselves if they can be bought by people like you, by money,
Money not only speaks its reigns, we see it and feel it more than you,
You mold our lives to make your children's better,
Your purchase your life span so you can fuck better,
Let others go hell as long as you sail smooth,
Educated illiterates always slavering over money,
What are you gonna do with it,
Wipe your ass, what a bunch of laugh stock,
once come in the queue and wait under the blazing sun,
Calling it's your own land, it's no one's ground,
Ask the one who made it, oh wait,
Your demeanor might disgust the divine crap out of him,
You should be the last one talking about morals,
Pushing youngsters into crime alleys, making them just like you,
letting them sleep on the frozen floor while you ride your four cars,
building a palace for one in the name of royalty,
since when did we become royal by wealth, wasn't it suppose to be one's nature and his deeds?
Just thinking about the future generations, Is this how they'll live?
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PoetryIt is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.