Lashes wither and fall As the lines tie them together Hopping from back to back, Mind changing eternally. The flower withers first As the child is immersed In a land of tug-of-war And secrets spewing out. A true era of peace and rest Has never really existed Ears and eyes opened With outstretched, receiving arms. Groups differ and shout My mind is yours now The few linked together, unprotected, Shall fall in mind and body.
from math, moral is just.. SOCIETY.
