The pillars on which this fucked society stands

Humans, control, wars and bloodied hands

The killing of the lands & deeds inhuman  

Oh the women looking for their freedom’s lumen

Battered, raped and killed by the insecure boogeymen

Let’s not forget the most colourful of our specimen

Who try as hard to just be, but cannot even

We’ve forced an image of what makes a man, 

And readily sacrificed the futures of our children 

There is no compassion in the basic curriculum

We’ve battered our selves & them glum, dumb and numb

All for the chase of control, status and income

All to maintain a broken & skewed system

We’ve perverted the use of our collective wisdom 

Succumbed to every flavor & crumb of violence

To stifle our own grandstand end, into silence

But there is no defiance, no other outcome… 

In legacy’s lens, than a big fat zero-sum 

And Death’s eternal, irrefutable hum

We did not choose to live a life on hard mode

Vanguard from our backyard, to being stowed

Tattered, patches and holes

Do hide the thinning soles

Of the poor man’s walk through these halls, 

Our contributions to the tyrants’ decked walls

We moved on from these stalls

And kept plowing towards our goals

But with an ever-growing horizon 

Our dreams are always in the beyond

Yet, our ever-grinding tale of 50s blues 

Is no crinkle in the cycle of breaking news

Nonetheless, we believe in what we do

Enough to keep on till the breakthrough