"Turn This Ship Around"
Captain you're wanted on the Observation Deck...
What separates reason from faith?
What separates black from white...
When did society get so bad?
I'm looking around everywhere shaking my head...
The Richs think sun's theirs,
unlike the unfortunates...
Decent men in ivory towers
watching the world from afar...
The salty sweat from their brown skin that...
Their calloused hands are now damaged beyond...
Wishing I was six again
Wanting it all back...
An atom in a
multi-element alloy...
Don't look at blinds' sights
What is blinded is not the eyes...
Never question what was said.
The expected choice of path to tread...
Where is the Justice?
What's wrong with this justice system...
Come any, come all,
To the Carnival of Horror...