We Are The Divergents Poem by Hashim Hamzat

Am a free flying bird that break-out myself from the blood curdling cage.
Ever since, I felt my own light shine upon my mind and soul cos Am always in control.

Whenever I saw the fremasonic and Disney Channel series, I always think about what Veronica Roth talks about on her TV shows.

They call it mind control, supposedly you uphold to withhold your own self remote control, they will label you with derogatory words so as to forcefully explode your ever conscious soul.

They call you divergent, anomalous, antithetical and contradictory towards their occultic blood toast.

Never give up course our kinds are sparse and scars on this bloody planet we all called our beautiful home.