To be or not to be, that is the question,
When the world hugging you is always in opposition.
A box without a lid designed to keep you at bay
Yes you will be haltered from making your own way.
Generations of like-mindedness killing creativity
A magma of fallacy slaughtering your productivity.
Customs and rituals disguise bondage as blessings
Opinions suffocate under a roof that's heaving.
Yes you will be judged, no matter what you do
These are brains pre-programmed to terminate an affair new.
To be or not to be, that is the question,
When you are forced to be extant in a trunk of suppression.
Haters of creators scrounging subservient slaves
Practice domination, hell bent on extermination,
Of the conviction of the freedom of the mind of the being,
Leaving you a distorted mess, churning the foresight that you dream.
What you can't do, who you can't be, what you can't think and what you can't see,
Follow orders given by a rotten languid mentality.
A maleficent dictator in the guise of a benefactor
Severing your passions with reigns of compulsion.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
Society and tradition are one-way ticket to oppression.
-written in November 2016
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