Last night I heard the screaming.
Screeching calls which none but I heard.
Clusters of lives deemed worthless huddled
All expendable.
Who makes the choice, to take all one lives for?
To rip apart the dreams held close by many?
We march through a foreign land.
Advocating peace, democracy, new life,
At the end of a gun.
Convert or bleed so others may convert.
It is the way of society.
Choose a side and face the consequences.
Bleed and die within your choices.
Nowhere left to run.
Stand still and face your fate.
Chosen by other.

Last night I heard the screaming.
Screeching calls which none but I heard.
Clusters of lives deemed worthless huddled
All expendable.
Who makes the choice, to take all one lives for?
Do I?
Do you?
My hands are sticky yet I have bled no-one.
The deafening bang of a gun still rings in my ears
Yet I have pulled no trigger.
The cry of a battered child still tears at my soul
Yet i have done nothing.

Last night I heard the screaming.
Screeching calls which none but I heard.
Clusters of lives deemed worthless huddled
All expendable.
And yet I have done nothing.

And yet I have done nothing.
 
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