The world expects of me to pick a side,
But how can I.
The world expects me to abide
by rules of hive.
How many more would have to die,
the question goes,
before you’re able to decide
who are the foes?
There are no foes, no friends in this,
just human souls
with puppet masters pulling strings,
which they control.
We all exist on borrowed freedom
with no voice,
Decided to be blind and dumb,
and not make noise.
When time dictates to speak
against the war,
Will you be mouse’s squeak
or lion’s roar?
Some day the truth will shine the light,
it’ll all make sense.
‘Til then it won’t be easy fight
for both, the foes or friends.
Foes and Friends
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