Black and White,
Christian and Atheist,
Cop and criminal,
Gay and Straight,
Conservative and Liberal.
The sanctions that bind us from growth,
The pillars for towering entropy.
The right words for the right outlet.
The fucked up labels
The ones that will leave us laying
With our blood spilled on the pavement
The ones pulling our strings
Making us dance like martyrs to the vultures
The shackles
Holding our limbs
Preventing us from climbing the highest peaks
Our minds, so full, so taped shut
So that nothing new can get in
A dispensary of utter bullshit
What an age we live in
Where blood is spilled
But we never see red
We only see black and white
An age where the words of the elite
Hold more weight
Than the ones being left
Bleeding in the moonlight
An age where machines have
Held such influential value in our beliefs
Making it easier for halfwits
To project a bias assertion
Of half truths
An age where Patriotism,
Feminism, Communism, Racism
are now just buzzwords
Used to project arguments
A generation that will grow up as nonbelievers
In a system that was once built on the merits
Of love and companionship
But has been corrupted by lust, greed, and
Hunger for power
But a new generation
With a kicking chance
Can still cleanse the mud
On our tattered flag
Cuz when the vultures die
The Eagle will rise
And all it will take is one opened eye
Creativity