Spy of a kind, touch the sky.
The mind is but one of a kind.
Oy the Truth! The Establishments preach
- but refrain from scathing, honest speak
For Wrath and Fury
be upon those, who see.
Free the mind, but throw away the key
to what was given to us,
Big heart meets small minds,
Bright eyes meet jaded kinds.
I still spy with my little eye,
Liberty is hard to please.
Not to be nice, or overtly lie
But perhaps with more sugar and spice next time.