How come i can't touch love in this chamber.
But only torture coincides.
How come i can't Feel, a lullaby in this bedroom.
I hear only Death's cry.
If my hands were an army,
I would take them all down.
The soldiers, and Policemen,
My mother would be proud.
If my feet were machine guns,
I'd learn to use them fast.
Just because I'm an infant doesn't mean, that's something i can't possess.
How come,
This air is so stale here?
and my bread is so dry?
And How come,
The fire is dying?
and there are tears in your eyes?
How come my stomach is starting to growl so distinctly,
and the pain is growing immense?
They had just told me, that this was all just a test.
How come,
my mother is not here anymore.
But i smell her in the flames.
Each time the current changes,
I feel her in our crowded cages
How come,
I'm the only one left here?
And how come they haven't found me yet.
I see them all huddled all around,
Staring at me, as if a clown.
How come they through me into this ditch while I'm the only one still breathing.
Now why do you cover a poor infant,
with dust?
Why do you cover him?
To laugh at him, No Guilt??
Why is there no suffering, in the heart of a murderer,
Or have we just not looked closer.
Is the heart of a Bisexual, more tolerant than another.
Is the pain of a Jew less than his dead mother?
If you laugh at someone deaf, Does it mean they can't hear it? Does it mean they can't see it? Does it mean they CAN'T FEEL IT?...
...no
Is your pain,
any less,
any More,
than another.
Hold your head up you Almighty Child!
As us "Outcast's" March with strength
Take the high road you Godly Son.
As you decide the change your pace.
Look your neighbor,
your friend,
and your enemy,
in the eye,
And tell them,
you love them,
for them you would surely die!
