The butterfly flutters in the sky,
looking at its complication,
to a place where the sun smiles;
below the mediocre daily waves,
where all tunes the same frequency;
the multitude parades in lines,
sinking in unproven priced lies,
moving all along on a rollercoaster.
An upward current the leveled high,
In downward demotion the trips,
As we drool on the bonded chains,
A mind carries more than it bears.
On this holy ground that sinks below,
where faith is the grass that withers
and hope is a paint that dwindles
The bloody paths painted in red,
confusion and misery,
Shall we wait for the bedeck heroes?
Please teach us how to be and survive,
Police bark and robots are deployed to shoot.
Civilians protest against inequality,
and we all beaker and peck the sainted patch.
Humanity is our freedom and grace, a tapestry blended with colors and cultures,
a oneness painted and preaching liberty.
The authentic texture of love and truth
tainted by patriotism and indoctrination.
Networks channel and harvest poor yields
while we beaker with heated controversies.
Yet, I, you, we all breath the same scented air.
The butterfly flutters in the skies,
looking at its complication,
to a place where the sun smiles;
below the mediocre daily waves,
where all tunes the same frequency;
the multitude parades in lines,
sinking in unproven priced lies,
moving all along on a rollercoaster.
An upward current the leveled high,
In downward demotion the trips,
As we drool on the bonded chains,
A mind carries more than it bears.
On this holy ground that sinks below,
where faith is the grass that withers’
and hope is a paint that dwindles
The bloody paths painted in red,
confusion and misery,
Shall we wait for the bedecked heroes?
Please teach us how to be and survive,
Police bark and robots are deployed to shoot.
Civilians protest against inequality,
and we all beaker and peck the sainted patch.
Humanity is our freedom and grace, a tapestry blended with colors and cultures,
a oneness painted and preaching liberty.
The authentic texture of love and truth
tainted by patriotism and indoctrination.
Networks channel and harvest poor yields
while we beaker with heated controversies.
Yet, I, you, we all breathe the same scented air.