Have we not all lost our minds grip?
Life is truly not a fair game
and now, luck belongs with a few
Did they forget we would need roofs
Over our heads to shield us from
Being pale, pained and plead for a death?
What happened to a little love?
Who writes this stories that we live?
Does ours have to climax as a
tragedy we can laugh about?
Nothing we want is free or fair
Caring doesn’t care about scares
Or loving your neighbors like you
Government is really not fair
Everyone deserves equal share
Slaves never used to be happy
Contentment was a good neighbour
We’ve lost her, our rights and our tongue
How did we get this far like this?
Who can save us from this chaos?