In a sea of a diversity
every souls identity
is conformed in a Uniform.

Only meaning by itself,
fashion detail of a closed mind
clothes of confined
wardrobe of a slave.

Wearing it right only
kills uniqueness,
gives illusion of freedom
stray from life.

Uniformity in it’s essence
stands for nothing but conformity
where single thought
becomes majority.

Nothing is ever changing
it’s all the same form
thoughts stay in the box
unable to breath under a uniform.

It gives power over others
that are just as same,
it’s wearer not realising,
the power is in a hands of a slave.


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