War of the Lost People

Assumptious eye

The world is full of conclusions

How much is it truth

I'm just a detail, within a detail's detail

If you saw my mind, would you still be interested in a physique

America is the grave stone to the truth

And the false knowledge is the above surface

Sure violence may not be the answer

But we use it as a source of protection

Living and learning but too closed minded to understand false deception

A mass reflection

Body neglecting

Would help the dark sheep wake in the end

To know in the end

Thoughts I could not fathom behold to begin

To open the answers

And ask the questions

The blind could not speak

To obliviate the oppressor

And unlock the oppressed, chains off the feet

The fog from the mind

Unconsciously of the kind." that YOU hate

The kind that YOU judge

The kind that YOU rate

Could never be concluded by itself