Ideology,religion,race,nation,and prejudice
I don't want to be killed by them
Don't think, The given things keep on being
It's robbed while you don't find
He is out of your sight
He always aim at you
He tricks you capitalizing on your love
Don't stop thinking
A hearingless sentence of death
And hidden footprints
We are walking with a blindness
We are permitted to just walk to the dead
The hands that push against our back
We don't find it
The hands is a ignorance
and our brain that refuse to think
The hands is our brain that refuse to think