Naughts and crosses

Words no one wants to hear

No one  willling to say 

We wear society's shackles minute by minute 

Day by day

Our mind is our sword sharpened together 

Instead its a power struggle a financial endeavour

Zeros and ones

Metal and Rock

Water and oil 

Objects and stock

Is human nature still the strong eats the weak

Have we not evolved is our future that bleak 

Your questions explained off as a moan

Young sir I don't like your tone

Belief in a new way I keep locked in my thoughts 

Shame is my own shackles to ones and naughts