When they put the weapons in the children's hands,
The lack of discernment is part of the plan,
And they send them all out to a foreign land,
Because a scapegoat was made of an innocent man,
While the guilt is claimed to be the blood in the sand.
When they build a straw man for all to destroy,
Deceiving the masses with a carefully crafted ploy,
They all cheer for the chaos as if it’s their joy,
Unaware they’re mere pawns that powers employ.
Blind faith is a tool that the wicked deploy.
The people cheer thinking that justice is served,
Blind to the truth that remains unobserved. Their cries for vengeance are carefully curved,
A cycle of hate that’s deeply preserved,
While the innocent suffer, their voices unnerved.
When they put the drugs in the children's mouths,
Making a mockery when it all goes down south,
To forever bring shame to their own culture’s name,
Turning bright futures into shadows of blame.
When they rape and they pillage the talent and skill,
Leaving dreams to wither against their will,
They drain the hope from the hearts of the brave,
Turning bright potential into a silent grave.
When indifference is relied upon in this day,
And compassion is cast like debris away,
The silence of many lets cruelty stay,
While the cries of the broken fade into gray.
But that's not to say that we won't find a way.
When they took the information and became the innovator,
Silencing the voice of the original creator,
Stealing the wisdom, the true curator,
Turning the dreamer into a mere spectator,
Stolen glory is now the face worn as a dictator.
They wear the crown built on stolen acclaim,
While the true pioneer is denied their own name.
But the fire of truth will reignite the flame,
To reclaim the character they tried to defame,
Exposing the lies they’ve played in this game.
So if hands brought the chaos then hands will restore,
Shuffling the scars of who kept the score.
For the hands that have fallen will stand once more,
Breaking the chains that kept us from shore.
Building new futures from what came before.
If hands were the violence, then hands will amend,
The wounds of a story they thought they could end.
The courage to rise does not break nor it bend,
We’ll heal what was broken through the message we send,
That the strength of the innocent will forever ascend.
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