When the experience of the world becomes unsafe
If you look so hard at me, breakdown, I freak
But behind this shield screen, I'm close, yet far away from you
I curse, and I fight, I hate, my love I swear
And then I'm cast astray (to share a meme)
No ground and no root, all links to discard
I exchange a screen for a book, highcolour gray
As long as the virtual is better, be locked is clever
Fresh air becomes so hard to breathe
I must choose a side now, but I can’t see lines
Dividing good from bad ones, the Truth from lame lies
The Four Living Beings from Me
How could I choose a way, when there’s less than two?
An atheist fleer murderer broke into a house
And found there some children a priest had kidnapped to rape
But this same priest’s been the one who feeds and helps for years
The homeless and the infirm of the vicinage
Is one of them good? Is one of them bad?
Can you see some difference between these men?
Is one act enough to doom or save one of them?
Is there another way to face it?
You must choose a side now, but you trace dangerous lines
Dividing good from bad ones, the Truth from lame lies
Gaslighted by fake news and creeds
You think you chose a way, when there’s less than two
