Something’s there to be defined
By society with norms on high
Of tall barricaded gates;
Walls were built as if unstained
Inside is a character of living coward
Jewelries conceal not a wayward heart
But crowns and maces are on their side
Blinded of a poor dead man’s right
All in peace and unity among the crowd
Voices of echoes turns to cries aloud
But when money and power ruled
Silence is the new meaning of truth
Crowns and Maces
joannachse 