See i believe i live in a world that deceives
A world where freedom is not for free unless you pay an extra fee. Yes you bump the cheese.
A world were the definition of success is not measure on how the majority live but on how many trips they make to overseas for a shopping spree.
I am a product of the 90s. I grew up in a system defined by suits and ties. A place where preachers and prophet were selling CHRIST on a fixed price, Government was busy lying to us, using propaganda to raise our hopes so high. So they would claim they ride with us but never willing to ride for us. I watched them make millions and grow bellies by the minute while we were dying in the trenches. They struggle to get their white collar shirt ***** and we struggle to clean the mess behind our backyard. WE DYING.

So there be like why you standing while we are addressing
Why you contesting when this is an ice cold land and wolves and bears rule, as for you{the masses} just smile and wave like cute penguins................

When you sit and stare at people,
As they go throughout their daily tasks,
Do you ever happen to wonder,
If the expression their wearing is a mask?
As they walk right on past you,
A smile drawn across their face,
Do you ever think that maybe,
In this world they actually feel out of place?
And when a mother catchers her child being reckless,
You watch as she speaks to him with fury,
Do you mentally chide her instantly, or wonder that if maybe,
That's her way she handles worry?
When a little girl of six,
Sits alone, watching everyone else,
Do you think that she is sad,
Or maybe that she just prefers to by herself?
So many times, so many cases,
We believe our own interpretation,
That our eyes and ears have sought the truth,
But then we learn, often too late, that they'd gathered misinformation.
Oh, all the countless times we see things,
And deem them to mean something of no such,
You would think the we would eventually learn,
Not to so quickly judge.

It seem like the world has been silent enough to **** paint poets
with man ruling and running history all in the adventure to discover the value of the soul.
For an unquenchable fire within that has been set ablaze by the drumming heart of a fervent soul that bleeds with free domain,
so dominant and illuminate in an illustrative manner like a mitric star that fell from a stella nest to nurse nothing but cowardice that evolved and blistered with scars that never healed.
So i pose a question,what is a man?, except a dark creature that roams freely failing to dominate the world yet calling himself a conquer.
Conquer and divide is said to be a mandate,Iron in ironing out ironic facts makes one bleed in terror and shrink in fear, only to freeze and fade with time.
What is a soul?
It is empty. What is an idle mind if not the workshop of the rumors, rumors that gave birth to suspicion between two brothers and later contaminating the whole society with hate.
Indeed rumors are Lucifer and pregnant with ignorance, and ignorance is never a defense but a bullet fired without recoil only to destroy the future, and to shamefully tell the world that sword is more powerful than the pen yet the pen puts a clause and instills war and battle fire with fire, ashes to ashes in prying eyes of the metric world that fall with mediocrities of the world above putting a silent mode to the test and screams
IF ONLY I KNEW.

They are teaching us what we don't want to become.
They are raise our hopes so high and tell us we can reach the sky.
"Power to the people",we sing and shout back at them while looking to the sky as if we have found our place in the stars.
We are out here in the dark trying to **** fears and bleeding to reach a million ears.
So should you call me a voice to the voiceless and would you say i bring words with hope and doubt like a multiple choice question.
WHO AM I?
In a world that has managed to **** paint poets living the people without a fine taste of art and expression.
What is a man?
Beside being an untamed soul that roams around the world aimless and accidentally achieves and discovers something new,but later gets bored and destroys it.
The ones who saw the light first and managed to fly before we did now have deceived us and cut our wings off and commanded us to fly,
SO WE JUMP WITH CONFIDENCE BUT TO OUR DISAPPOINTMENT WE CRUSH, CRUSH AND CRUSH ,LIVING US WITH NOTHING TO SPARE.....................
Motionless we lie on the floor with blades cutting through our ribs.
All we wanted was our ideas being heard,our songs being sung,our names to be written on polished walls.THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES.
  SO MY SONS WHEN YOU GROW OLD JUST KNOW THAT VULTURES ARE STILL SINGING OUR SWEET SONGS AND NOBODY HAS BEEN BRAVE AND BOLD TO TELL THE STORY THAT HAPPENS IN THE BACKYARD

Diplomacy is like jumping into the water without making a single splash,,,,,,,

In all my life i have tried to come up with a theme song you could all relate to.
In all my life i have spent sleepless nights trying to find a catch-phrase,you could all remember in case tomorrow am gone.
I look way up in the sky trying to connect with the stars.
I looked to the sky and expected a superhero to sky dive and come with help to end poverty in AFRICA,since babies are making babies,while the government is making millions,growing bellies by the minute.
Today we watch vultures sing our songs and kids selling their souls so that they may be kings.
The society has told us to mind our looks and drown ourselves in books,
but philosophy and theories have only raised our hopes high,telling us it was to free our minds.
To my surprise we have not yet got the cure for AIDS or managed to stop wars around us.
Instead we have killed our moral values with the right hand and passed a sympathetic sarcastic comments with our left hand,,,,,HYPOCRITE.
TIME TO HEAL THE SOCIETY,SUPERHEROES DO NOT SKY DIVE.
I AM THAT SUPERHERO IN A FORBIDDEN LAND