Flower Power
Sartre was precise in his definition of hell
Excluded from humanity for just a case of birth
I’m punished for the others and why they’ll never tell
I’m living through insanity of those who rule the earth
Don’t count on the nation thing, this is exaggeration
Don’t intergrate me with the subject that I’m not
No Charlie Hebdo cover depicts this situation
There’s no excuse for me, despite there are a lot
No law of social death exists, yet it is used in practice
No paragraph declares about my human rights
Cursed for the land I’m in, I cannot live like this
Yet I keep carry on, though for the rest I died
The stupid role of victim prepared for me to play
I diss in full assurance that it was planned by those
Who didn’t care about the sense I’ve found today
Excluded from humanity, I stop to smell the rose.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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