The irony of birth, the happiest moment of our lives,
Is that we enter this world, sobbing and crying,
Is it the pain from the past, or just hindsight,
Of what’s to come, in this world of unfairness,
The only choice we have is to harness,

A strong gut, and a stronger mind,
Age is just a number, it’s okay, just let it go,
Is all people say, to cover up and move on, like the snow before a hot summer day,
There is no equality, sexism prevails,
As the thunderstorm of this supposed fairness rages on, and tears flow down in anger and dismay, like a cold day's hail

If not now, then when will people realize,
That unruly rules are not only their demise,
Which is surely to come, but the demise of Innocents that only want recognition and equality,
Is this humanity's true face, which leaves us in a state of rage, with our fists tightened and our teeth gritty,
Such a pity,
If only the right people had power in their hands and the wrong ones would be punished,
A day will come, when we sit on the throne and change the world, while the corrupt are banished.