the anger on the rise

The anger on the rise

The perception of the fear

Afraid to lose the supremacy

Afraid to wake up of the truth

There is no such way

Of a superior race

All are made equal

In the eyes of our God

It is only the bad

They will invent and pursue

Telling the audience of a race

“We are the best!”

Once fools are in the bag

The escape will be hard

The spoon feed into addiction

They get angry when pointed the wrong

So they will see

Every shadow to steal their meals

They will shout and bully

They bring shame to themselves

Don't fall for the bad

Don't get hooked to the wrong

There is the ladder to the fire

It isn't honey or gold or paradise

Don't get angry

When the trick closes the eyes

The mind doesn't see

Don't strike in the blind