Where are the lines which define those The good the right the best The barbed wires they all talk about Are by the power full for the rest Our slave parents the hippocrat teachers, penny earning priest Scared always to the core of death, hiding sins for the least The few who command, who feel they are Will always and have always ruled To their desire their lust their greed So many, we all, get fuel-ed Theirs no grater good, no social best helped should no one be We all are here to cherish our time to eat the most and live like thee As the truth comes closer the horizon widens The olds then realize their waste What they did – for not did, the so called wisdom What they didn’t gave to the taste That’s what for the fools cry then And to shut their angry sole The smart arrangement must the religions define To shut them in a hole… i dont knw if i clud do jsutice to the theme..
