Comdemnation is a Numbers Game
Excuse me, but not holding this breath
in a world dying a slow death
don't you feel cheated
in conversations so heated
foul words expelled from some mealy mouth
Every day mocked and pestered
they know not what they say
a gang mentality that festers ill will
and oh, have a nice day
The righteous right
bow and say goodnight
then it's no holds barred
behind that curtained window
So tell me where to go
if I'm so plainly wrong
if this is your idea of civility
I don't want to belong
Condemnation is a numbers game
we are all perceived as different
but the reality is we are the same
not quite indifferent to a multitude
misinformed and crude,
they must need something to do
mathiasthom
written 6/27/11
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