I'll tell you what's on my mind. If you think we doing fine? What if illusion was a crime. Sure dreaming seems to be. Cause my country criticizes in ink, Poets, writers, painters in a blink. My country that is confused between it's old and it's new. A tradition and knowledge gone, trying to find a new truth.
Seems we're always in a rush but never on time,
Catching the cartoonist was easy, a rapist or murderer takes time.
Forget about jailing politicians for their crimes.
Cause we all know that takes years and tears of time.
The comfortably accepted discomfort that grows.
From the potholes and bad roads now shooting rockets without checking pockets.
Left behind and ignored is a vast mass of people.
A basic requirement hard for them to get. Lives under threat. Somebody who voices out is shot in front of the crowd.
The crowd ignore, windows and doors shut down.
Cause within the confinements of the 4 walls I'm safe.
Now I'm like a pigeon with closed eyes.
Who believes the world's fine if I just turn the other side.
Well, good luck everyone, choosing what is right.