i used to see in black and white
before I learned what colors were,
the world was free from bitter light
but angry hues now detail a perfect blur

my perspective grew more defined,
everyone around me is now at fault
for creatures that lack what is refined
and succession is incapable to halt

so I've been told, democracy
could do ourselves no harm
they didn't diagnose hypocrisy
only pretty liars could charm

i used to believe that bearing arms,
meant man embracing fellow man
but instead lives were taken by firearms
as filth infiltrated their land

i was told narcotics reap lives,
bringing forth a hollow, sadistic addiction
the children let loose
and desperately pleaded otherwise
their salvation is unfortunately dictated by a foundation
broken by pieces of sweet releases

i used to think that birds could fly,
and all fish, gifted to swim
but battered wings can't get you high
and missing scales are a chance too grim