We sit up then stare, at flames alight
Stirring a passion in us to fight and listen to plight
While the world is red and all we dread is the loss of bread
While lives are stolen with no fault of theirs
We sit back and take up the worlds affair
And not forgetting that it is the people's affair.
I see my life heading to living for that money
But when you get that money they say why you change?
I pay the bill and I get my change
And I look at the world while views change
I dread the life set before me but then again
I don't have all control
My life is firstly determined by God
But here on earth it seems my skin colour is my God
My life and your life intertwine, my homie
But never the twain shall meet.
YOU ARE READING
The Time series
شِعرIn order to escape you got to know your blockade. Yet to forget is to escape, and thus a story of attempting to escape by first knowing what controls you.
