pyramids were first made of flesh,
nations are made of sweat and souls,
interconnectivity is only accomplished through pressure on 2 sides,
we live in what we saw,
we dwell in what they draw
as lines, our ancestors and the raw
shadow dwelling power brokers paw
at our psyche's to make us caw
to forces we'd never drawl
an utterance to if we could see through
what was really at brew,
all the things we never knew
the well to do
upper classes view
as what we are to imbue
unto them, our masters
the one's that do capture
our daily lives, the hours and sights that plaster
most of our existence, while shattered
is what colors the persistence splattered
over most of those all over the globe,
their life is like an uneven strobe
with more dark than a black robe
with a white belt, they make us explode
into wars and other hate to disrobe
us as people, stripped down to a lobe
when we need to use our whole ear,
as human beings we need to hear
and honestly be truly clear
about what's happening around the sphere
we are forced to adhere
to for no other reason than the most clear,
if one person hurts, we all do
