May I proceed now, Your Honor?

His eyes were wide open but his heart was closed

His mind looked down; Unexposed

Taught to believe anything but the Truth

Dogma's old age has taken his youth

Thank you. Your Honor



Feel this and get up. Feel this and run.



I question your knowledge

Your honors from college

Suggest you may have something that others do not

But what you've learned is dogmatic

Turned into an addict

Always talking but you're not saying a lot

You think that you know the people.

You're kissing their ears.

You've studied precisely what they want to hear

But as you read off lists of fake promises

The ones behind you; They are waiting.

They are living in fear

Because

We see each other through these eyes of sand

Pull away our hearts but we offer our hands

Such is the state of the people of late

They abuse the trust some of us fight to create

All concepts

Wilting flowers

No such thing as worldly power