These Chains Cant See
Dissatisfactory the the lines
which creep from behind
keep chasing that time
the bars which confine
to live this life right
you must travel through time
reprogram your mind
and stop committing those crimes
This misery a choice
doubt you must excommunicate the voice
offense must avoid
or become the governments toy
they will strip you your rights
shackle you tight
yet they profit both sides
open your eyes
before you fall on your face
obsessions the taste
that lays these live to waste
so you must overcome
not until you give up
or your dead are you done
ignorance the bliss
more like enslavements kiss
which way will they get you
to slit your own wrists
heroin and its cysts
or one anothers fists
By division they rule
its your choice
whether or not you remain the fool
Copyright © Kelvin Jack | Year Posted 2018
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