For Real
Voice won't get heard but I wonder if my words can be read, can't help the world through song so I'll use poetry instead. Helping ppl through torture and horror, giving ppl inspiration to get out of dark corners.I'm soaring like sora and beating down the heartless, but I'm just a nobody you can call me roxas, this pencil is my keyblade and I keep it sharpened, taking life to great heights no magic carpet. Thirteen thousand organisations polluting society, trying to monitor our lives were losing all our privacy. Smart phones and social networks we use to connect, the government uses to collect our information they swore to protect. Instead they inspect our lives through the internet. Nothing is private anymore were all victims and don't even know it., they can pinpoint where we are at any given moment. There using us like ponds in there twisted little chess game, manipulating us to think someday we can make a change. They say this is the home of the free and the land of the brave, but in reality were all still slaves.
Copyright © Jay Sky | Year Posted 2015
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