Is our state of fact
Beings that refuse to reason
Pointed fingers
Close your ears
Waging war on what you hear

I dare these people
Ants in stature
To bark their abuse
At a fixed backbone

Fear life
Fear truth
Fear ice
Death proof

Under the guise of the Samaritans
The spiteful state their case
I scoff,
I wish others did the same

Logic and morality
You need more than one to claim the chain
Thoughts and reports
Write it down and relay

Fight smoke with an inferno
Unequal we are real
I know the heart is often torn
But a human must survive the scorn

Rise from the mire
Wear a crown of conviction
And with hands pressed to task
We would clear out this condition


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