We're living a silent violence 
Locked on everyone else's frustrations 
Afraid of climbing our own mountains
We find peace in this violation 
We can't breath pure air
It stinks everywhere 
It's pathetic when they ask "why the rebellion?"
They generate the anger 
And expect us to bow down
You think that what you've seen on the tv 
Won't happen to you or to me
Has been happening since you've given in
The voices echoing in your brain
Tell you to walk away
Let yourself get lost in the crowd 
Nothing will ever change anyway 
But you wanna sculpt your own path 
Find the needed tools
Get out of this wicked game
Don't let them know your name!

This poem is about: 
Our world


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