I know we were all created in God’s image
The oppressors say ‘all fingers are not equal’
We believe this from our youth
A well advertised fallacy of composition
How can we be so fooled?
They sold us the drugs
Saying it’s for our recreation
We took in the Kool-Aid
And now we are wasting away
Falling like leaves in Fall
Instead of flourishing like Poets in Autumn
We buy them with our life savings
Now they disenfranchised us as mentally unstable.