The symbols were everywhere
Cave paintings to religious icons
The natterings of “what’s right”
Against a backdrop of
A dark and stormy night
Wisdom is the enemy
Of the so-called “free collective”
Worship wrapped in green
Belief in the new society
But who is created equal?
Segmented and subverted
In a world of plenty
Where more means less
For the needs of the many
If you can’t be saved
By your own volition
Then you don’t deserve
To live this life
When someone comes out in the open
And tells you that love is wrong
Quoting a book of the ages
When ignorance was all they know
You have to ask the question
And those who built a country
Rose from another land
And then question why you’re here
You have to wonder at the plan
When did you stop fitting in?
Demented and perverted
In a world of lies
Where less means more
For the needs of the plenty
If you can’t be judged
As anything close to human
Then why should they deserve
To live this life
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