A rigid square of expectations

A half-heartedly given education

Conforming to the population

Held back by the limitations

You've broken the square and people stare

You've found your passion and become aware

That people today are hardly there

And that people today are never fair

They've beaten you down for not conforming

As if they want to make you a warning

This is what you get for not performing

Now they prepare you for the reforming

You try again and try in vain

Your words fall on deaf ears just the same

They want nothing to do with what's in your brain

Ignorance is the only way they can stay sane

Finally you give up; you're finally done

Your rebellion ended before it begun

Even though all it takes is a small number of one

The pressure is what made you come undone

A rigid square of expectations

A half-heartedly given education

Conforming to the population

Held back by the limitations

From the peasantry to royalty

a means of defining humans, separately

From brave combatants to the tents generals inhabit

ah yes, society continues to manage.

From a spot on concrete to the most isolated suite

All of those that continue to starve, and those with too much to eat

Those that are forced to realize harsh realities indeed

while the others maneuver through it like zombies.

Castles adorned with most impregnable walls

Gates that raise with the might of owned slaves

Attacked by those with less resource and more balls

To risk life of free and slaved man, for the stores and staves

Decadent towers scratching at the pearly gates themselves

made in glass and steel, but keeping population inside, the window from hell?

park benches where men un-bathed find rest from weary days

a world to behold, but no power to make it stay

Men, myths, legends, and martyrs all hoping everyone can coincide

but there’s no peace when one can in barters, change tide

Truly the struggle is present in some form or another

but those at the top believe no one matches their work, and those at the bottom put in the work they believe can’t be furthered.

All we really dream of is freedom from someone’s/p.; b rule

all we really fear is that the next up will be more cruel

all we can really hope for is being happy when we leave

unfortunately some want to watch the world bleed.