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