In the Lite of Time

One day when the yoke of sentiment Is broken and burnt to ashes our minds The mind of morality will question us with The lengths of our destruction rather than our Achievements in our society One day when the image of corruption is Made shadow less in our society then We will stand to doubt our past in our Own Deception arguing whether it was within Us or without our subconscious mind that We wallowed in social menace without a Trace One day when our conscience is loosed From religious sceptre we shall all stand And weep to fill the sea with our tears of Endless regrets seeing the dept of our ills Then we shall see that the more we push Others down we too indirectly pushes Ourselves down to the earth unknowingly One day when the veil of tribalism and Nepotism is torn and racism rolled out of our Environment we will cry without stopping Because of our wrongs are older than our Goodness yes we will cry without stopping Because our minds and brain never lived to Function for human kind One day when we wake up to see that all This brutality and persecution of others is Dragging Both the victim and the Victimizer as Social victims because at the end of the tunnel we make ourselves Endangered species