Question of Innovation

We are ground under tyranny
Without even thinking, we are beyond reality
Under the influence, I fear, is the only place I can feel spirituality
We'll suffer through dictatorship or anarchy

We can never have worldwide fellowship
At least now minorities aren't commonly bound in shackle and beat with a whip

Yet so much abuse and violence roams far from prosecution
Nothing seems to be the solution

At the same pace and time we digress and progress
Making us nothing more or nothing less
Flaws decrease and regress

Maybe that is our realm of unity
Realization that we will always be impure as a community