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Oppressed from birth by the shepherd with an iron fist
Alleviating black sheep from the herd when fingers kiss
With deceptions of truth, people are shown the right ropes
Left with repression for a noose, strung up on tight hopes
Frozen exteriors try to cope with blood soaked corpses
Chosen men and women made from black-hearts and torn-ribs
In win-win situations the indigenous count their losses
Men in black suits salute the flag on the back of four horses
Blinded by conditioning children stare death in the face
Born wishing, dreams go missing, infants put in their place
Caskets open on a mission to take their future and fate
Flooded from being a baby with hate just to satiate
Straight away we mistake our sanity with a fallacy
That hallucination we see is perceived to be reality
The heavy hands of humanity take their weary tolls
Crushing clues of sanity leaving only lonely souls
Bony moulds sold, empathy left to survive in cold
Though one child squeezed empty still heavenly twinkled
Is this kid Christ reborn, a true prodigal son…?
Is his skin just the reflection of where the sun shone?
For me he is everyone….
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