Blueprint

light is out for us, but they don't know darkness
hungry mouths dry up, and they take pictures
they get the money to help us, but spend it on the next rover instead
we shiver to get warm, they make cloths for fashion
buckets put under our ceilings, they build houses for their stallion
we die every day, they have their great grandfather living
we climb the mountain with our nails bleeding, they appear and look down from the peak
we are the human, they are the retrovirus
invade everything, until there is nothing left
suckle on our hopes and dreams
hose our fire and we start committing
suicide, homicide, rape, it never ends

If the root had entered the earth properly
had a firm grip, for it to grow its branches and leaves broadly
got the light of the sun evenly
their wouldn't be this much destruction
people running and screAMING
to find their tree of life
leeching on it to be safe
but it has been chopped down
by the ones who came first
they got greedy and wanted everything
despised the after people and left them suffering
sediments were eaten, by us to survive hell on earth
the tradition didn't stop, has continued like a period

someones, yes, someones can break the curse
it might take a lifetime but it will be worth it
sacrifice for our coming generation
and if it works, GOD forbids we don't turn out like them
we, don't want the reverse, revenge will fuel them
to take what we have taken, to burn what we have burnt
we, just want equality
as the day we got pushed out like lotion
as the day we will die, to return to our blueprint.