Broken Promises

The world is all around, but so full of corners
People all the same, but no two alike
Destinies clash, nations fall
Few people rejoice, while the rest are left to strive
Ideas are forced upon
Imaginations suppressed, dreams crucified
Hope was long left behind dead.

Crying from deep within
A voice, a desire to be free, to be an individual
A voice the society might term lunacy
A mockery of tradition, a horrific ritual
I leave the lines here incomplete,
There is not an end to this, only beginnings.
With every beginning a new hope,
With every end a broken promise.