The world has turned,
Minds triggered with intrigue,
Eyes startled  and wide,
Tv’s grow on the side.

In emotions, we dwell,
Having our mind trapped, tapped.
In unbelievably tiny boxes,
We think we will find freedom.

On the sound of the whistle,
We explode on the streets,
Yelling and spewing the words,
That we think?

Think again,
Think for once,
Maybe what you see,
Is just a projection,
Of lies.

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