our plead

You told us the sky was red. You taught us fire was cold. That behind was ahead, And that young was old. I was at fault you said, That I needed to be controlled. You kept us mislead, Everything was already foretold. You already planted the seed, We were just the produce meant to be sold. We would feed your greed, Until you would explode. You watched as we would bleed, And when our garden had overflowed, You tood pride in our plead.