Oppression

One man's choices

Silences all their voices

Rich empowered

While poor men cower

Fear on their lips

Not wanting to say,

What they need to say

Afraid of the soldiers

Marching, day after day

Control of our lives

Has all been taken away

Traitors of the crown

Their lives never sung

Heroic deeds untold

Simply by the noose, Hung

Pride

Pride

Man's greatest downfall

Our self-destructive nature

Insecurity's call

Our public image

Too highly valued

What really matters

Completely misconstrued

Prioritize

Put others first

Your family's need

Above selfish thirst

Give up your pride

and soon you'll see

Who you become

Is who you're meant to be

What are you?

What are you?

A product of expectation

Trying to fit their design

Giving in without hesitation

Letting them mold and shape your life

Simply for their greed

Not caring about your desires

Or what it is you really need

A tool, nothing more

Made for one purpose alone

Servitude to the master

Sitting idly on his throne

And when your usefullness is over

Worthless and old

You'll find yourself homeless

Left out in the cold

Thought

Surrounded by ignorance

A brain will rot

Lack of common sense

Halts intelligent thought

Moving as mindless drones

That's all that remains

Held by invisible thread

In the puppeteer's domain

Think for yourself

Learn what you know

Cut the strings that bind you

Begin to grow

See the world whole

Not just individual view

Find the truth, the answers

Rebuild thought anew

Mirror

Who is it they really see

When they look at me?

Outward appearances

only reflect a social norm

Simply, a protective layer

Masking our true form

We are who people will accept

Showing conformity, Hiding doubt

Becoming a shadow of truth

The honest ones being shut out

Our public world

Made from masks and lies

Our faulty system

We're all in disguise

Work for your keep

Life's great illusion

is a man born free

To live. He must give all

Everything he can be

It's a wonder then,

if this be true

How men see entitlements

when nothing's due

But the truth has been twisted

Conniving man's evil design

Causing voices to cry

"Give me what's mine"

Live by the sweat of your brow

and soon you'll see

Without honest, hard work

Nothing can be