like an episode of twilight zone there's a country
torn apart by personal preference,
genetics, and the fear of progress.
if a man and a man cannot walk hand in hand would it
make your little day and would you celebrate narrow
minds running this democracy?
the right to live, the right to breath,
the right to love who the fuck we want.
human beings against humans being human,
what the fuck? sorry sir, this is an exclusive club
and it always has been. the same struggle ringing in
our ears as civil's definition blurs across the page.
fifty years since miss brown showed the world that
the power of change can even rest in little girls.
that corked the mouths of pasty free-range separatists.
2004: three lessons learned,
two can play at this game and bring full out war,
settle the score and push buttons that cannot be ignored.
its only skin, someday they'll see its only love.
once upon a time still undefined,
there's no real choice except accept the fact its simply
what we became. what we became.
and maybe one of these days all the blindfolds will
simply break away from empty eyes reveling limitless
blue skies and the bats and moles will see: its what we became.