we

stand by time,
break the rhyme,
love a metallic dime,
go by the big people's chime.

squeeze the world
out like a lime,
empty it and cross the line.
keep running , when the race is done,
searching for a lost''sign''.

the innocent, kill
the poor, bill.
the rich,fill
with an X210-superiority pill.

the soft , drill
the evils will
never stop till
hope and joy is nil.

go kill the world
destroy .
instead of having each others back
you...no...we
call people names , twist em like tac.

some keep sticking,
through the cries, sleeping.
through the mocking lies, alone, weeping
what they never did sow, they are reaping.

and in the end through death what are we keeping?
the dime, the people to whom we chime?
the broken rhyme lost in lost time?

the some keep their tears,
their hope their fears..
while we..stay numb and think we're cleaner.