A nation of cowards.
Our ideals betrayed.
Tides of injustice.
Traitors to ourselves.
Offer my entrails
as sacrifice to your God,
and then imagine
what we could have had.
A call for justice,
or a call for treason?
The universal
problem-solver.
Please don't shoot until
you see the whites
of their eyes,
a recurring cry.
Strap him down and his evils will be reconciled.
Flip the switch and everything will be alright.
A nation of cowards.
Our ideals betrayed.
Tides of injustice.
Traitors to ourselves.
Inject
the poison
to make us
feel safe.
Inject
the poison
to make us
feel safe.
Inject
the poison
to make us
feel safe.
It will crush you,
shattered teeth and broken bones all in spite of your best intentions.
It will consume you,
ruined lives and tortured souls all because of
your need for a scapegoat.
I have ignored this carnage for far too long,
but now my conscience
has caught up with my heart.
Has caught up with my
heart.
Carry me away
on wings that cannot fly
to the land of second chances
where hope conquers fear.
Carry me away
on wings that cannot fly
to the land of second chances
where hope conquers fear.
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