we can't

my dream is to plant the seed
though my brothers are high on weed
and my sisters always laid in the bed
my is no one will read

and we were never taught to revolt
even if we harvest no malt or wheat
and never to know about now but the past
our thoughts divided, like a grain of salt

my words shall never materialize
for they shall not realize
because they are in no craze
only going to think about maize

we can not empower
writers have got no power
because there is no desire
opposed thought is alien to the empire