when majority becomes a bully

The open field

A place for every one

Under the sun under the moon

Light up by the stars

The guitar of chords

Every scale and strum patterns

The likes can be shared

There is no limit to its kind

The trees of shades

Lending a helping hand

Protecting the area

The harmful effects

When the majority becomes a bully

The open field becomes a shouting match

The peace and harmony in sharing

It has gone out of the window of our minds

Now we have our suspicious minds

When religion becomes a pawn in a political game

The open field has become a mind battle

The strumming patterns still flow the melody