I Will Not Conform
I'm sorry I cannot conform,
I do not understand the big fuss.
Dribbling a ball down the court,
Millionaire smiles in front of us.
Wow, how people shiver and shake,
Because of a ball thrown thru the air.
What happened to empathy...
Oh but wow look at that millionaire.
Where is the compassion for humanity,
I'm sorry i cannot conform.
I hear it all over now... i'm sick...
Because of the millionaire's uniform.
I will not change my thinking,
For people are grabbing garbage to eat.
Yet applauses are thrown through the air,
Because of the big defeat.
I cannot accept the silliness,
For throwing a ball inside out.
Oh look at what he does they say,
All the money of screams and shouts.
I roll my eyes...
And puke inside,
for he just made money for a Porsche,
But thousands of hunger have died.
Empathy has gone... far away
Far away from our hypnotized mind.
Stop the throw of the millionaire silliness...
And start to worry more about mankind.
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