The Dance of Your Blood

What is ‘freedom’?

Something that we all hang on to

Yet is taken from the people that need it

What is ‘money’

Something that we all hang on to

Yet is taken from the people that need it

What is ‘life’?

Something that we all hang on to

Yet is taken from the people that need it

What one word

Do we all claim to hang on to

But is taken and makes the rich twisted?

 

Power is what

Makes the world a polluted mass

In which people suffer, and lives get taken

For a lost cause

Of which we do not understand

But the state funded criminals rake in

Is it the time

To take what we deserve?

The pendulum of power is forever broken.

What will happen

When we have had enough of

Pointless, permanent and aimless hoping?

 

Hoping is what

Keeps the world on its axis

Praying for balance and incredible wishes

However the

Hope feels as if it’s useless

Cracks of society sealed with kisses

Of which they do

Come from the mouth of people

Who eat seeds straight from your dishes

And implant the

Roots for the start of

The rising of the unrepresented masses