Joy, hope, peace, siblinghood
Having sought fear, hatred and pain
Something’s gone awry inside
Halt! They’re out of control

There’s a hidden perspective
Now being firstly discovered
Revealing a lurking presence
By manipulating photography

Stop, wait, you can’t do that
Skills sublime, yet this melody
A musician flirting with limits
Tradition laughing dictates

None of her passion, his ego
Enters the fortress gates
Without the designated authority
The top cock rules the roost

Awkward, no awakening today
Should have been a composer
Emblazoning lyrical informatics
Into modern musical notation

Broadcasting sounds capable
Of carjacking higher faculties
Brainwashing white hats
Open-source guns for hire.