Listen to the screams on the other side,
Can you absorb the tension in the air?
Feel the silence that everyone can hide,
Can you accept what no one else will care?
The tides of change are just as regular,
They go up to down and back up again.
The same movements are not particular.
We have been fooled by the power of men.
We only feel the change of up and down,
But we must see passed this pattern of lies.
Only the make-up has changed on the clown,
Nothing has changed underneath that disguise.
A new way of thinking should first feel strange,
Otherwise then it would not be real change.