Outspoken Poet's Blog

Wouldn't it be foolish to pretend that the world is fine?
That everyone is living good and noone sufers,
that free speach is appritiated,that the government ain't lying.
Wouldn't it be foolish not to notice what is going,
our homeland is being sold while we chase ephimeral happyness abroad.
And what is left is a country of the old,
thrown away and neglected,once a nations memory and gold.
And the young fade away in oblivion of conscience,
What was once a steady pillar,now is outdated morals.
Tell me wouldn't it be foolish to let yourself fade away,
in a meaningless existence,until your life turns grey.
Wouldn't it be foolish not rise above the filth,
not ever make a change.
Maybe your better standing still!


Wouldn't It be foolish (to) live the life of a fool?
Wouldn't it be foolish by the rules of the cool?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?

Wouldn't it be foolish going through as a slave?
Wouldn't it be foolish not to think of other slaves?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?

Wouldn't it be foolish still to keep my mouth shut,
when I cant hear my own thoughts from the screams.Am I nuts?
To let this shit slide for so many years,so many times.
But now I'm strapped with my own mind,rejecting lies.
Wouldn't it be foolish to watch our world spin out of control,
as we dig our on graves where we burry our souls.
Anothers' pain fades away,just as easy as our days,
our sins reinforce,the last thng that we would slay.
Wouldn't it be foolish not to act or speak,like you do?
Wouldn't it be even foolish (to) spread lies like you do?
Just a short glimpse into time,for what is not there
and for what will never be mine-
a mind at ease,soul at peace,ethernal shine.
Livin in this world is mad wrong.
From a boy who can't smile,comes his gift,a sad song.

Wouldn't It be foolish (to) live the life of a fool?
Wouldn't it be foolish by the rules of the cool?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?

Wouldn't it be foolish going through as a slave?
Wouldn't it be foolish not to think of other slaves?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?

Wouldn't it make sence to be the one who makes a mend?