Sound Society

Misplaced by sick society Assumptions from the blind I think of going whilst I’m grieving Leaving all behind. Next, I see my people Fighting for our rights Now breathe the better from the fetter and the biased bites. As they each are special ones That truly understand The importance of our people And our sacred land. Yet misplaced I see no haste To run away or roam For we always were the principle Unified at home. Sound society-Prime priority Keeping peace for all Surviving ghastly genocide And all mishaps before Respect must be for all, see Even during whether Demoralised from the lies Or standing strong together.