Can I at least be free to live?
If nothing else, can I still breathe?
What more do you need to believe That we’re the same beneath the skin?
I’ve shed these tears for years unending
Stood beneath your boots unbending
Raise my head? You’re apprehending
Humbled yet you’re condescending
We are the same there’s no pretending
l am you yet you’re contending
Nothing’s broken but you’re mending
Is this plague not ever ending?
Here at home its still the same
Misused power, displaced blame
Weak are dying, strong are spending
Paper is now metal-bending
Slowly humans turn to numbers
Shown on screens, fictitious covers?
Churches filled with bloody seats?
Children shot dead in the streets..
WHY?
Do my tears hold no real meaning?
Am I silent till I’m screaming?
Does my life negate my dreaming?
Is it hatred that I’m feeling?
Does a heart still beat in your chest?
Does your conscience peacefully rest?
Are you deaf to the pleas of the sick and oppressed?
You bask in their pain and proclaim yourself
“blessed”?
Can I at least be free to live?
If nothing else, can I still breathe?
What more do you need to believe That we’re the same beneath the skin?