Homeless guerilla

I'm resting in the shell of a broken man,
while i ponder a question i don't understand,
while the powers that be rule the nation with steel,
what can people like us do that could make us feel,
like kings and queens of several different nations,
stop with your floccinauccinilipilifications.

so i run back to the gates and go in on a fight,
two bleeding men, one is black, one is white,
i can't see why we're all throwing punches at each other,
when we all should join hands like a brother to another.

but i guess they got what they wanted in first place,
those who oppose expect a gun close to your face,
i can't see why we're all throwing punches at each other,
when we all should join hands like a brother to another.