freedom rights government humanity gross

doesn't need a title

eager eyes attempt to cover
what discretely like-minded minds hide
and in the shadow cast by explorers
another newborn we've yet to smother

"progress" hindered by "why"
draw a crooked line down the sidewalk
dare cross your rightfully owned slither of "freedom"
more words to rearrange in history books we've yet to bind

what could and won't be
a train of thought on rails slowly buckling
know in the depths of life itself
far enough down you'll find there's nothing