This Irony As You

Living within a matrix society where one percent of it's children gather.. Ninety plus perhaps, of this lands wealth ? Again, the paradox fiery trials Attached unto a heart their faith; believing as knowing that there are reasons These seasons and for all things aneath while about the sun ? Be they wise Words engaging secular skies; mingling amid tomorrow's temporal tides.... The mantra in a baby's tears lynching dreams; hollow, plastered upon your walls ? How shall we turn then to escape rise above disentangle ourselves from such Blood soaked hands this, mere man ? Turning daughters unto whores sons Into bastards while gazing through these tinted highrise windows the establishment Surely of your shame ? Fanning winds in oppression pinning voodoo dolls to your lapels.