Humanity Striked

I am not talking human graveyards Instead their talents buried in time, Rich ones pass by the road hoping they can pick you up But it's not how this world was designed. What are we if they don't talk about us? People die and it counts as the past Let's hope they all find heaven at last, They wish to ride with time but they had a lot of desires. What am I without my pride? We grow up and group by races, They said the world is a better place But I was young and couldn't tie my shoelaces. Maybe for now our vision is inclined, Violence increases as love declines.