A Mochary of Democracy

Watch away the seconds, the hands of time Whether its a life of glamour or a life of grime minutes make hours and hours make days Good thing Bad thing the memory stays The life you lead is through your own choice dont be controlled stand up and have a voice Bad life is hatred, a gaping big hole we are all human just bricks in a wall the more bricks you use the higher they tower As the bricks increace so does the power Truth is false, hope is gone The land of the weak dominated by the strong Another worl leader another bomb drops being raised as a boy in a bubble but now the bubble pops If the message is there to help then why is it so subliminal If crime never pays then why is there so many criminals This country is strong, protected by political fear If the world is such a dangerous place, how much longer are we here