Cruel Policy

Reflections on the water carry guilt with every glance. end

This cruel policy end this false prophecy, the incorruptible

Have been corrupted congratulating on our agony. our

Judgement has been altered too many times we remain

Clouded and paved to the ground. staining each and every

Page with ink assigning their own immortality. end this

Cruel policy end this false prophecy. i'll drag my own

Soulless body away from here. it's been

Bruised but never broken bought and sold but never owned.

Erecting pillars and platforms promising reform accept

This letter of gratitude it means mothing. the direction is

Far from up the corruption runs deep we are left all unheard

Screaming for peace