Mouthpiece
We make strides when we speak
No one minds when we prick
Because we belong to the third eye click
The society needs healing
For so long we have been kneeling
We all have to mature
That's the only human's manure
I believe in a being
Not looking up to the ceiling
Words spearheaded internally
While we head to spears externally
Many have eyes but will never see
Many are the ships but few cross the sea
It's our duty
To redeem our beauty
Let us maintain His orders
Do not retain borders
Just a piece
Peace
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