Like free flowing rivers of mass genocide
like broad generalizations mislead for self
like circumnavigated tunnels of truth

Into the abyss
Into the darkness
Into theocracies
of miscommunicated
mistranslated
misunderstood
delinquents

Destined to be wrong
For having always thought right
We choose not what we need
nor what we like
We choose the brick
We choose the impaired
We choose who we are
We choose the first
that comes to the poverty
of knowledge that is
our mind

When: will we learn
will we see
will we notice the
wrongs
we have done we
the people
will forever fall
but never hit
concrete
or solidarity

We the people
will never know
never know
never find truth
if we search for merely
lies

So the beautiful
has not beauty
Don't wave so high
as looking up
won't set you free
But looking down
as well, you won't see
There is no room for liberty.