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Misconception of thoughts Collide confronting A new vision of colors Onwards on the same page Where no one understands A single letter Taking a stance on unwritten Statements of power Denying sworn promises Unrelated circumstances Bow down, the enemy has grown Retrieve the rights we never got Oppressed or oppressor Doesn’t matter anymore Judge right or wrong Same side of the horrors Narrow minded houses Once peaceful now divided By pre-made words Seen on television You are a number You are a code You are a sheep We are the flock No matter who holds the scepter No matter who is above Nothing was designed To benefit everyone Well they need the poor And disagreement to rule Condemned to this fate Left to our own luck