Mask Figure

 The sounds of roaring fire

Falls heavy on mistrials of ones individual mind

Essential to those never had the nothing

Spinning lives!

Darkness of the hiding cries

Painful shout out to the ones in need

Bias mind of one's who do not intend the greed

Blinded one by one

Growing by struggle and intensity of life

But look down on silence of ignorant minds

Trapped in the box of the unknown

Carrying those feelings of resistance.