No distrust my friend,
But I’ve been to the other end.
Where we are unable to breath,
Where we’re seen as just part of a weave.

A thread instead of a person,
A metaphor taken literally,
Only to have our lives worsen,
And no, I’m not talking figuratively.

I’m talking with all my honesty,
’cause they may say that we should be grateful,
But for me to live by my life policy
I will not be regretful.

So I will stand up and scream.
I will speak my thoughts.
I will let freedom and revolt be my life’s new theme,
And I will rewrite these unfair plots

I won’t let you control me,
Because what am I if not free?

- E.A.F