Take a look, can you not see?
There is pain brought out to me.
Look through your eyes,
they may be beautiful,
but what they see are lies.
Now, blink.
and see what you've missed.
See the slits on this wrist?
The bruises from his fist?
I could make a list, there is no twist.
Yes, in fact.. I do exist.. or do i subsist?
in the midst.. of the dark crowd.
I cannot resist, but to shout out..
but i am not heard, my .. words.. blurred.
now you see what has just occured,
people dying, people crying.
and they are trying.. to stop the lying.
But i'm just wondering how?
I wish the world would allow,
to make some change right now.
