As I walk, through sorrow and fear
Through hate and a solemn tear
That slowly washed down my cheek
Upon the rage that seek
Knowing this bitter taste, and this hate upon my face
Only for people's genetics, and race
Only for power and anger upon this red sky
When we fall into traps of poison as we try.
Why do we fall?
When we must resist, feel no fear, and stand tall?
When skies turn gray
Will we then pray?
Must we cry out to this miracle to wake
Not knowing what it will take?
What it will do, when we know no end?
Will we die? Will we kill? What will make the shadows bend?
The moon will not,
The sun will not,
In this black meadow
That will go slow.