This is all we know
The shadow we were born in to.
There has to be another way
Then society’s shouted diatribe,
of ‘Fuck You’.
The dreams of this world
Have yet to come true
We’re still asleep
To unthinkable possibilities
And say, ‘what are we going to do?’
The reason we continue
Is because we believe in change
The state we are left in
Is growing more insane
Oppression is becoming a weed,
That evolves immune to resistance
Oppression is refusing
It’s own inevitable fall and self-admittance.
Another way.
Another way.
Another way.
While theirs color in our eyes
We struggle on.
We have to help each other.
For us all.
We must right the wrongs.