Power picked up their weapons
and shouted Put down your guns.
The innocent put their hands up
and screamed Don’t shoot anyone.
And we all stood in the empty streets
and cried God, what have you done?
As if our words were shields
and they’d move faster by our tongues.
They tell us now to move on
as if it happened years ago
but all the lectures were created
to silence down our show. And
all the battles rigged and run
for power, money, and our blood–
the broken bodies on the ground
left by hate and rich men’s sons.
We don’t see and they can’t breathe
the smoke flies up and hides
terrified faces and silent screams.
it wasn’t a neighbor or a friend
we’ve forgotten; we’re all family so
we step back and they go down.
We say we want to save the world but
it’s a different country, person, town
and so the war goes on.