Feelings rusharound my body provoking the thoughts in my head.
The struggle to delineate right from wrong bares down on me like a heavy, dark shadow carrying the weight of my misgivings. Am i tool furthering destructive programming from big brother? Or a hapless dreamer looking for silverlinings in the dark ?
From divided love and loyalties,  I swing a pedulum of frustration and anxiety one minute and stop laguudly into apathy the next. Perception and point of views have too many depths to dive. Each one a murky abyss offering nothing but the promise of enduring mystery.
I throw my hands up,
and still get shot anyway
I show the colour of my beliefs and  I AM labelled a facist
I fight for my freedom and am labelled a racist
I respond to hatred with contempt and I am held incontempt!
I fight a war that i never started and found myself left to my own devices.
The enemy laughs as it uses our enlightenment against us.
Delusional we think we're winning
Propaganda machine doest sleep always on a 24 hour need to know basis.
I stole love and I withheld it
I cried poor and never meant it
The vice in my hand told me to do it
What happens now?