Scorching Sun [September 20, 2016]

The world lies beneath the desolate scorching sun

Within this barren wasteland, beneath the eyes of one

The tyrant watches, saving the lives of none

He watches them burn, beneath his evil thumb

 

Burning into ashes under solemn authority

They are slaves, being sold like property

They weep and beg for freedom and equality

But their lives are forfeit in this land of liberty

 

Living his life, his last name is a lie

He grew up in slavery, beneath the flaming sky

At a helpless age, he was bought by a rich family of five

They worked him like a slave, he always wondered why

 

When he comes of age, he's finally free from oppression

He receives some papers, furthering the deception

The sun's rays shine a light upon a few words

He is adopted, his parents transparent in his world

 

He asks the corrupted tyrant but his broken laws forbid

He has no real rights, because his parents didn't want a kid

He will never know his real name, his whole life a charade

He stands broken beneath the scorching sun, with no name