My piece though;
In my hearts of hearts.
I know I don’t belong
Still, I wake and play my part
Hoping this falsehood won’t be for long
With our woke desires
We state we’re mad
Making a difference, aren’t we?
But all we do is feed off our perverse and twisted
thoughts
We even formed a club, I mean as long as we
gather and “scabash”
No one would bother to interfere with our affairs,
right?
So we cover our deceit
In the places that matter, we’re doing enough
Our association is broken
Yet we claim to be whole
If there’s any one amongst us listening?
Anyone who can help and not judge
Teach us to retrace our steps to his feet
And help us belong
Not just on the cover
But to his kingdom