Flower Power

Sartre was precise in his definition of hell Excluded from humanity for just a case of birth I’m punished for the others and why they’ll never tell I’m living through insanity of those who rule the earth Don’t count on the nation thing, this is exaggeration Don’t intergrate me with the subject that I’m not No Charlie Hebdo cover depicts this situation There’s no excuse for me, despite there are a lot No law of social death exists, yet it is used in practice No paragraph declares about my human rights Cursed for the land I’m in, I cannot live like this Yet I keep carry on, though for the rest I died The stupid role of victim prepared for me to play I diss in full assurance that it was planned by those Who didn’t care about the sense I’ve found today Excluded from humanity, I stop to smell the rose.