Rejects

Twenty one reasons reflect our season
Tender from oval hatchery
Breathing an ambiance of renewal
Singing to the tidings of time
As immortality breeds more immorality
Gashing canned worms of abuse
An incredible mixture of sensations
Chicks on a mission to revolution
Struggling to outlive survival
As we crawl to our nests

Their intellect portray a mass of cellulite
Waxing on poles of subversion
Lock stitching revolution voices
Flapping wings of dynastic dominance
Pirouetting through patriotic eligibility
As a wave of dust hit the base
Yet the are just but sulking toddlers
For they swallowed too much
Chewed too little
With a blurred vision of the future
Maybe they are just rejects
Riding on brotherhood bandwagon