This burden of lies and secrets, these wounds to the heart,
Fill me with shame, and pulls my soul apart.
Truths hold me down, like chains in a darkened room,
Broken fragments of glass I’m forced to consume.
Character is fate, that much is certain,
Life is a window- with death as the curtain.
Despite the cliche, truth won’t set you free,
That fascism’s dead is not reality.
Populations grow divided,
Educate the narrow minded,
No fidelity anymore.
Fear, greed, and jealousy,
Arrogance and anxiety,
Become the masters of society,
I can’t live with this anymore.