Poverty regions supreme, while the rich children drown in champagne and cocaine, at the pain which they just classed as your forever domain
Then the games which they entertain, prey upon your everyday, just to consumes all you do, leaving no room, for a human to bloom
For here in skin, knowledge with compassion begins, a crown, for all to claim as your domain, where no blade made, casts its sicking shade
But they privatised thinking from your mind & right before your eyes, then claim its only ivory towers, which will be your shrine
Today grows into history, so seed the ground with the love each human can show & watch humanity, a nation, grow
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