You don't own me
You don't own me when you preach justice your actions beg to differ different rules for you & me bleed it from every morsel makes living so extravagant while slaves do your bid all vile deeds neatly hid what is the truth must ask can see lies behind masks question becomes forbidden silence the one who asks high is the erected facade how low that dwell within wretched climb to the top the deserving get the nod for some a crisis of faith for some words of dissent it becomes hard to ignore forever a seeker's lament