Tiny Minds

A fight to end all fights, a way for all the tiny minds, of the world that we live in, to deliver us a boxful of sin, to show us how to hate, how to destroy our own fate.

They don't care about the world we set foot upon, they just want us gone, away from the world they have, cause' we're the ones who try to behave, who want to contribute, just so that we continue, to provide for our family, our children, but instead we're all leaning over the balcony, angrily, watching them portray the role of a villain.

And this country is their stage, as we swing around in our cage, as I try hard to bottle all this rage, as I continue to write the words on this page, tell me if I'm wrong, but aren't we all suppose to sing the same song? And not give us any pain, just because we believe there's something to gain, something to make them rich, make us their bitch. 

Your tiny minds, are the reason why we're turning blind, towards life, as we know that something's not quite right, the highest of power, seem to be the ones whom cower, away from all of the terror, whilst we stand and wait for the repairer, to fix all of the problems, as I sit and wait for the trees to blossom, and look up to the sky, and begin to quietly sigh.