We live in a Punch Drunk world.
We've been hit so hard so many times.
That our concept of a functiol world, is just a confused memory in a concussed disillusioned mind.
From the date of our birth to the date of our death.
We have been beaten and bruised to the point, where we do not recognise ourselves.
Undervalued, overlooked, an object to be used to attain someone else's wealth.
We are to be controlled, manipulated to the point of total madness.
That we either accept this people enslaver.
Or resist and be imprisoned as an antisocial agitator.
But amongst the confusion there are glimmers of reason.
That can see through the facade of fantasy...