My Demons

Only the privileged are free

I had no immunity 

There is a duty that I should’ve done

But the voices in the quorum were blaming me of misdemeanor

The danger was imminent, I’d never avoid it

It didn’t matter the affirmation because it was lined in lies

No source of equity, because I was the one targeted 

No sign to hide it, it was overt and plain

The power forcing my forfeiture in the game 

Only then the voices would adjourn and leave me alone

It didn’t matter my reprisal, or my insurrection 

I would lose the fight that was respectively placed

The news that would devolve would have already been ordain

I’d have to forego all my dreams,

Seek naturalization in my own mind once again 

It wouldn’t be construed and I’d be lost once again

They’d pile it up in a magazine that would be fired back at me

Filled with words of insults and pain