It's out of sight, out of mind
Excuses evolve from the frequent design
The steps of abuse, a continuous slide
They dictate a strict set of rules to abide
A false sense of calm as two worlds collide
Many entombed with a sick sense of pride
Are later exhumed as their peace is denied
The follower of the eternal divide
The mirror's an illusion
We only see what we want to see
An unnerving sense of conclusion
The lepers roam freely affecting the tide
The forests are filled with the remnants of hate
And below the surface our peace is at stake
When will the youth of today come and take
Precautions against the final mistake