They’re always reaching inside- They grab their methods- From the skeletons you left behind- Then judge your character- And tell you you’re wrong- These are those who are learned- And find the people who best serve- They’re pompous clout- And I ask them- Whose truth are you teaching these days- Those of a politicians, a feminist, a lawyer, or those of a religious fanatic- How did you’re identity- Become lost to these others- They are dissecting this age- Using its inquisition- Not with murder- But with slander- And a vanity- Hungry for power- Defaming our sacred souls- Now as before- Taking away our freedoms- As well as our own common sense- They say it is the wisdom of the age- But could it be possible- The ones who carried the torch for equality- Are now the ones venting their pent up rage- Maybe down in the graves- May lay the bones- Of those who broke chains for change- Silently laughing at us- Knowing their fervor- Haunts the beatings hearts of others- Who’ve come out- To change the world- They failed to overthrow- And it will change- And it is- But the blood will be spilt- Taking the innocent down- Turning whatever-left-over-love- Into a match of push and shove-Birth sign: Libra
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