I don't like to think in riddles, because I am easily confused

 

A nation of cynics, racists and drinkers,
Still wonder why, we can't think like the thinkers,
Of ancient Greece, like Plato and Socrates;
Whose minds were clearly, open and free.


Do you ever think in riddles? And turn time upon its head?
If the mocking bird becomes a killer,
Does it leave the innocent for dead?
Or does it simply do, as nature intended?
The strong will survive, the weaker one we shall eat.


Destroy your baby, to feed its sibling,
This is what, Mother Nature is saying,
To the blinded scholar, of nature’s laws;
To destroy is to give life, to your daughter or son.


Have you ever had to walk away, from Easy street?
Running away, to simply make a change.
Leaving behind, all of your lost memories;
But you'll be back one day and things will be the same.


What is soul? I don't know.
I think it's the inner being, of everyone.
The centre of your body, your mind and your heart;
The thing that makes you, decide what is art.


The thing that makes you, you and different from all others.
The thing that gives you rhythm, so just dance my brothers
And sisters around the world; become free inside.
Fight for your right to fight, until the day that you die.


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