Every day we run from our beds
Just to help some merchants trade their shit
They don't want us to know ourselves
Nor they want them to know themselves
Just want to sell you this beautiful sh*t
Helping to place you in mutual cell
In which they sit already panicked
Scared poor things
Making this pack and that
Seeing some people from the street
Like they are the same sh*t existing to buy their's
And I'm not talking of some moral or religion. I'm tired of all this
Like of seeing struggling souls every day in subway
People explored the World's Ocean just for 2 per cent
Haven't found anything significant in Cosmos
Maybe those merchants command to hide it from us like many other facts
I don't know
Greediness rules our society
And we are heading to the end
Like we are our own slaves
Okay
They think they are the smartest
They think they are the only rulers
Some centralized materialistic force
It is so funny because they don't know of multiple Universes existence
Poor little things
I declare to myself and free people
There are no rulers for a free soul
Authority both comes from up and down equally
There are no actually up and down levels
They just put it in your head and you agree to follow
By being scared you give them a console to run you
You can stop it forever
It's better to face danger once
Than fear it for all your live and not to meet finally
We are free people
Who prove our freedom to ourselves
Our relatives and friends
We are strong
And our life really has meaning
It's just a verse, blank poem. I'm not appealing to undertake any violent actions, furthermore, I'm strongly against any violation.
Revolution should happen in mind and result in actions. Help people around and feel love.
Be free!
