These lost folks, big ankles and lots of obvious distractions
For those who can not see or hear the subtle tunes of nature there is superstition
These folks who married in, walk with heavy ankles the size of knees
grins that fall into frowns half lost in their existence necks that can't turn round
These folks who rush into lines push in front and maintain little to no notion of those around them
Riches passed down like legends they are mere legacies with no obligation of becoming something
Save thick below the knees
Oh our blessings have gone directly to them in their ways of life, I judge not, rather observe
These people who believe we are at the top of the food chain
We have been converted into vultures convinced of our rights
Oblivious to our responsibilities
Fools cry for the easy and fast solutions
Most of them doubt god has any hand in evolution!
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