for a country that doesn't love
blindness they show to our situation
anger and hate is what we give from this position
what the eyes don't see, the heart don't grieve
they've seen our hurt, yet won't believe
ignorance in their hearts, greed in their heads
won't listen to our cries til thousands are dead
peace: a thirst that can't be quenched
peace: a word often said, seldom seen
because all around, the scent of evil's stench
hate is what they paid for our love
so i suffer, while the rich party or war
closed mouths never get fed
but i'm bawling, still don't have any bread;
i think faster than i speak but i'm spilling my guts
so i'm crafting my upheaval with words and speech.
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