Society

Just stopeet already

Stopeet!

All your rules and regulations

And your confinements

Stopeet!

You have made zombies out of us

Walking dead!

We can barely recognize ourselves

Chika is dying in silence

But he cannot speak out

For fear that you will

Bury him alive

Under your dish of insults

And insinuations

We are tired of your tyranny

Your yoke is too heavy

It breaks our backs

It breaks our hearts

Children cannot be children

Children must not be children

Our madam will have none of that

Women must not speak in public

After all it is a man's world

A world void of freedom

Where men must be macho

To prove a point

This is no freedom

Living as slaves

In our fatherland!

We gave our all

At lawful feet

Our thoughts our feelings

Our fears our wisdom

Now we are empty carcasses of law

Walking deads

Headed in one direction

Hell!