Everyday, We Worship Our Boxes

Everyday, we worship our boxes,

Treating everyone else like some foxes.

Thinking of everyone else's difference,

Like having some mal-forming conditions.

But those boxes have different meanings to others,

The kinds of people we smother

By our dirty sweat and blood, or

Just segregating us from each other.

But looking outside of those boxes,

We don't see nothing but foxes.

We keep on seeing those difference,

But as part of the HUMAN conditions.

'Cause deep down we're all related,

With hopes and dreams which have faded

By enforcing others into our boxes

Where forever we keep and we lock us.

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