sad background music

The exploitation via emotion, through the body atrophic
The invisible, gives social sweeps, as it moves ‘the weak’
You’re killing me. Mr ignorance, you’re kidding yourself
Unfortunately, it’s information what you lack, not health

Lack of consciousness into a closed closet of perversity
Empty lives in a guess; ‘not assessment nor experiment’
Shocked to find: before that attic, there’s this basement
Needlessly. A look hurts, it inserts: the need of certainty

How much has my pain judged you? “No pain” I was felt
It should “silence” any question. To complain won’t help
Alert to a society seeing each others bigotry as ‘come on’
You felt it already, “My wish will always be to Overcome”

© R|CARDO.

➤ C|PHER.
— Ricardo Sexton