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What the hell does that mean, why title it that

Unfortunately it’s an epidemic, a virus in fact

That continues to spread and lay eggs where ever it goes

Only a conscious mind is considered its foe

 

We sit and we rot in front of the boob tube

Believing the hype that comes from the boob tube

We sit and we stare our minds hypnotized

Dreaming of things that shall never be realized

 

We’re prisoners of our mind but the gate’s neither closed nor locked

We are merely afraid to make that first step for fear of a drop

From stability to insecurity, from commonality to maturity

To stand out alone many find quite intimidating

 

Why must we be blind and deaf to our environment

When actions take place seeking our acknowledgement

Asking us to cry out due to social injustices

Only to be played down by the diversity of the Supreme Justices

 

In a blanket of snow there lies a few specks of dirt

That provides color for a sea of hurt

But like an invisible clock there lies and invisible ceiling

Capping the height to which one could be dreaming

 

We are zombies that have been modeled from prototypes

With slight upgrades to endure the new fight

We were taught what we need to know

And everything else that we do not know

 

Is used against us so we remain caged

In the prisons of our mind, hence once we have aged

Will pass on these false teachings to future generations

But I could be wrong, I’m just a Haitian.

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