I will pen this for the last time
And I’m writing it in blood this time
On the highest wall for all to see
Have we lost our humanity?
Searching for a witness
Can I get a witness
To bring this juggernaut to justice?
Does our blood not boil?
No
Do our hearts not burn?
No
Outrage, outlive, outlast?
We’re all stuck with a heavy load
On our backs down this winding
And narrowing road with no hope to show
As the sun sets our veins turn cold
What can we do with this heavy load?
We must try and fight
We’re losing our souls, our souls
Very few feel the impact
Now in fact the facts are all fleeting
Now the few contract for fortunes
While the rest are left to die
So please I beg you, listen to me
I tell you this is more than words on a page
This is my genuine sense of outrage