when people think of viepoints

they belive theirs is the best

with all their hearts, they succumb to the norrowness of their views

they scream and they cry

they swear that they will die

if you shun the narrow corride that resides inside their mind

brutes have come to power

with the promise of the sublime

the narrow minded prisoners, oblivious to time

but we have an ampetheater in which we reside

we block out the screams and false shine

that those who narrow their minds

 to create the sublime