What is that sound like thunder?
Is it all in my head?
No, it is the sound of an empty dream
Of futile attempts to win.
What is victory with all this loss?
What is justice when everything and everyone is corrupt and has lost all dignity?
Please tell me what morality means,
For the world, for the people who bring upon the suffering,
Because I wish to hear laughing instead of crying
And I cannot hear any singing above the screaming.

Should I stay with the people who are dying on the streets,
Who are begging for forgiveness for the things they haven’t done wrong,
And challenge the impossible?
Or should I run, try to keep my memory unscarred
While blood rains down on top of my little umbrella that can only
Keep a single soul dry?
God must be crying
Because we once again tainted the Eden he blessed us with.
And if I were him, I would turn my back on humanity in despair,
Disgust!
Because we are hopeless, selfish, cowardly!
Never willing to compromise,
To save the lives that we are supposed to protect.

Children are dying.
Their deaths vanished into history,
Because scandal was more important than their lives?
What a disgrace!
Their legacy is now an endless battle for power
Between our honorable leaders.
No!
There is no honor;
It is a lie, an illusion.
If there was honor, then there would be compromise.
If they were honorable, they wouldn’t have allowed
More people to die.
They hold their pride higher than their morals
And call it honor!

Undignified!
Dishonorable!
Disgraceful!
What will it take?
Time is the enemy of so many,
Worse than the weapons being used to kill!
Yet, it is taking so much of it for them to save
The lives that will be lost.