We live in a world today,
where nobody knows what to say,
fearing if they speak their mind,
they won't live to see another day,
could the governments and citizens,
be so blind?
Or is it just that we know we're almost out of time?
Life is flashing past,
faster than a rapper spitting out their rhyme,
you see we live corrupted,
forced to be trapped in this so called freedom,
but is it really free if we're still interrupted?
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A Means to an End: Poetry, Ramblings, Rants and Lyrics by Cody Bourque
PoetryWhatever I decide to write outside of "Losing My Faith" or whatever else I'm writing.