and Ignorance
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Folly in Our Flowerbeds
In the age of self-growth,
We are destined for one thing only:
Ignorance.
Senses breach the land 'fore dawn
Those hands, they shake, they quiver, so sore
Placed in forever, standing tower with brawn
Now left all alone, there's justice no more
She weeps of a babe, its name unknown
Hinder all of this towards your way,Not my way, but your way, but one’s way,Have the time ready ,When you learn to count time,If that’s ironic enough,Then tell me what’s freedom?Refer not to rights,
They see soft eyes above a soft smile.
They see a quiet thin body holding a quiet thin person.
They see innocence
And they see obedience.
Some see a smile,
While some see a frown.
Everyday thousands are starving while the ignorant throw away "scraps", which could be a meal for someone.
