The Precipice of Oblivion
Bureaucratic liars hand out commands
Empty-headed sheep obey
Free-thinkers get shot by men in blue
Or get locked up in walls of grey
The masses sever the tongues of the few
The loudest talkers get their say
Non-conformers get beaten in the streets
And the fearful walk by the display
Standing at the precipice of oblivion
Watching the futureless children play
Choking down the soot filled air
Unable to find my own way
You may grow, the world may rearrange
But the blade of a knife and the barrel of a gun will always be the only way of change
Society is just you versus me
And unity is dead
The pursuit of justice and equality is my motivation
My hope for humankind will not go unsaid