Paper houses bend and bow Every time the winds will blow. It’s by design or so they’re told, For safety if it fold. And when the tides rise up The homes will sink to nothing more, And the builders say “Blame the salt and sea "Who allowed integrity to fail.”
What constitutes as new grounds? When are we doomed to repeat the past? These catastrophes happening Aren’t a matter of happenstances, It’s a war being waged by the classes.
Can you blame us though, For being born into a system of lame Institutionalized poverty and racism? No. This is a first world country, Running laps across the hemisphere, Yet somehow, and let me make this clear, Fifty individuals are allowed to determine how the other seven billion people feel?
Immaculate, You are the best. Take not for granted What you are worth, Or lest Be littled by the stellar-less, The lesser “-ists” Intent on hellish influences So bent to test your mettle, Just Be strong, And honest, And loyal and sincere.
You are stronger than the sum Of all your Insecurities and fears.