I’m torn by hypocricy
By a being that feeds on theocracy
I suffer not from illiteracy
But from that particular parasitic grandstander that hides behind democracy
The ‘’forgotten people’’ shall rage theirs wars
Behind their minds, barred by a fringe of fear
A bullet for a dissident
A pit for a renegade
A monument, a demagogue, to suture
My heart is a lair of lies.
I vomit at my injustice
Crafted by my societal imbalance
Tell me if it is in my nature
To tear up my own future?