Born naked, die clothed                                        the un-blossoming, of a rose                        a small miracle, yet untold                          schooled nurtured, rise, rose.

You're existing, in this space                                    between being born, and self-demise                    you're not here, to fund their lifestyle                      through toil, in your lifetime

Un-shackled, this structured wealth                        spend happiness, to inspire health                        prosperity, is redefined                                              seek richness, for health of mind.

Don't be misinformed, or miseducated                  you'll be blinkered, bound, and lost                        conditioned, and then be burdened                        to you carry that old, rugged cross.

A crown of thorns, rests upon his head                but it's your footprint, in sand                                  it's your will, and your self-sacrifice                        that will build, this promised land.                                                                                                              As Disciples, you serve or follow                          and there’s a glass ceiling, in the sky                    to ensure, your false icon status                            if you question the word, but question why.

Put people, back into boxes                                    tell them what, they need to hear                          snipers point the finger, to indifference                   it’s the paragon, of righteous fear.

Our language, becomes electrified                        shock and awe, dominants the day                        it's the indecency, of being human                        as our ugliness, targets easy prey.

There's concern, about freeloading                       free phones, and lack of jobs                                 streets are filled with ex serving soldiers,            that are homeless, when demobbed.

Those vulnerable, become dependent                while the dealers, they ply their trade                   HMP, rubs its hands together                                  Its human profits, for the jails.

It’s the system, that's been created                        to keep the mass, of us line                                    look through annals, of our history                        it's repeated, time after time. 

There are blind spots, of emotion                          intelligence, is now become AI                                intolerance is armed, aimed and dangerous,        fired like missile, media lie.

Those tic toc, politicians                                          post their manifesto, on social media feeds        the algorithms, it’s now got you                              the phycology, of what you think you need.

These are actions, of dictators                              words are vulgar, they dominate                            the indecision, of our diplomacy                            has caused a world of ours, to stagnate.

Privilege, stands upon a pedestal                          generational, flags are cast                                      while the history, of war is remembered              popularity, is at half-mast.

There is a sense, of re-patriation                            as those reformed, appoint the blame                  once elected, the far-right whispers                      lick its lips, and lives are not the same.

And you think, you're a player now                        but it's you, you're just getting played                    there is hatred, taking over                                     here comes, a world of pain.