Our world is becoming a field full of mines By the sheeple who think that we owe them our minds By the wokest believing they're leading the blind The Black and The White and the other divides The media outlets' State-sanctioned lies The political class' unpunishable crimes Where violent riots erupt in the streets For the photo-op death cops and deep-state employees Propaganda we trade in exchange for the news The friendships we shed for our differing views Step Left and you're scared of the Rich and the Racists Step Right and you're facing a mob without faces Step backwards they'll force you to stay down and then Step up and you'll never be heard from again It's that feeling you get when you've grown up alone In a house full of relatives you've never known At the end of a gun At the tip of a knee At the hands of ANTIFA At the cost of The FREE In the halls of the White House In a virus we fear. We don't know how to fix it But this much is clear: Our world is becoming a field full of mines That we're planting ourselves in the cage of our minds
Minefield 2022: The video
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The poem, the visuals, the pace and music – it all resonated so much with how I’m feeling in the world that has truly become scarily divided and feels like its starting to implode at an ever increasing rate.
Watching this made me realise I’m not the only one experiencing it. Thank you. I will share with people I think may understand it.