We Are Humans
We are humans
Deprive from our dreams
Stamped with our color of skin
Admire our bold lives before dementia
We are humans
Rules by handful in silence
Slaves eager to win and gain
Freedom is a gold treated in losers market
We are humans
After all we created our daemons
As we the losers in dreams
Top to bottom cleanse ourselves
We are humans
It is a matter of decision
Wasted long doubt reversible
Step in may be still hope
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