• The flow of the pen and the drip, drop of the ink
    the words fly out without stopping to think.
    How many today are risking their lives
    held at gun point, or at the points of our knives?
    American virtues and the home state of the sane
    Are moot once you have the power of pain.
    Dont you see? Can't you hear? the screams and the shouts?
    They echo the streets and explode from the mouths
    Of the murdered, molested, the raped, and the beaten.
    Can you look them in the eye and deny them their freedom?
    How do you sleep so soft in your bed?
    Aren't the abandoned faces running around in your head?
    Can you feel the anger and the desperation?
    It flows from the mouths of those with tried patience.
    We're pleading you please, we want you to look.
    To see, really see, all the lives that you took.
    We meant nothing more, than a pawn in your game
    So don't you dare state us as your claim to fame.
    We were puppets controlled by the governments gut
    Deprived of control, but the strings have been cut.
    We run half the world and you better respect
    The tactics we use to securely protect
    Our families and selfs from the infectious disease
    of people like you, who brought us down to our knees.