Where is the consent? Before and after consent?
We came here randomly? So randomly?
Feels so wrong, no freedom and so wrong
In the name of house people have prison, scripted prison.
We are here to controlled by others, enslaved by others
Then why we are calling ourselves as free beings, we are not free beings
We are enslaved beings, yes yes and no no beings
They blocked our happiness, they altered our happiness.
Life is too short, very short
Why collectively we are making it hell, living hell
Then allowing those groups to take our freedom, to suppress our freedom
We don't have any worth, beings with no worth.
Spread happiness, give birth to happiness
Don't take anyone's freedom, don't destroy anyone's freedom
We are the caretakers, not rulers
Social tension, social convention.
"This is my original and imaginative work".
(Pictures are edited and used from the Canva application).