violent echos rage
\ndespairing tears down my face
\nstories retold survey
\nbloody thursday
\nthe pain
\nthe shock
\nthe anger
\nthe fear
\nthe betrayal
\nthe silence<\/p>\n
the silence that roars
\na revolution
\ncalling liberty
\ncalling justice
\ncalling freedom
\never calling
\nall who will listen<\/p>\n
those who have ears
\nlet them hear
\nthose who have eyes
\nlet them see
\nthe unjust cannot hide
\nthe wicked cannot hide<\/p>\n
their shame
\nof rape
\nof torture
\nof murder
\nof brutality<\/p>\n
their dark hearts
\nconfuse greed
\nas light
\nas wealth
\nas righteousness<\/p>\n
they oppress
\nthe weak
\nthe poor
\nthe blind
\nthe old
\nthe infant
\nthe young
\nthemselves<\/p>\n
this is their fault
\nthis is their weakness
\nthis is their demise
\nthis is their blindness<\/p>\n
self-treachery
\nthey stumble about
\nalready defeated
\nas they rush to their fall<\/p>\n