Good old Nursery rhymes
That we forget with the times
Years of conditioning
Wittles away when you start thinking
By the Morals we abide
Those which others decide
In the power of words they rely
Masking every mistake with a lie
Never believe the spiel they spout
With the visage of a devout
For truth is a fickle thing
That changes at their bidding.
Who to say when the time is right
To start putting up a fight
But the World stops making sense
When pressure get too intense.
Is it all a test of time
Or who would make the most dime
Freedom comes with a price
But so does life.