This society asks for me
to shame my history in disbelief.
And still hold the past
Close as I can,
So that no matter my freedom
I wont advance.

I walk a ground
that is claimed as owned
from my time of birth
Til the time I am grown.
How dare these men
Try and contain
souls of the Creator
As if they are game.

Yet many are obedient
Following the plan
With eyes hazy, may as well be closed
Satisfying that man
...whoever he is.