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


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