We are abused but we know not guilt We shoot to the sun, not to the ground The hammer awaits us, but we don't shout We are adorned flowers, thus we stick out They tried to uproot us but we refuse to wilt Tried to make us like they are, make us tilt We have a problem with the way the world is bent Our message has been written, wrapped and sent They took our message and cross-examined it Called us insane and tried to cure our insanity Made us more manageable, an object to study But they didn't see we are the corner stones of society We are prophets the world sweeps under a rug We get stabbed in the back each time we give a hug The kind the world refuses to listen to And gives us drugs to chew If they could they would give us lobotomies And electric shocks, like they did throughout history Some say they are not ready Not on our frequency But in reality They love lies and secrecy For they are servants to money Most of our parents were such You must die to be free Is that asking too much?