I have nothing to say, but gather the thoughts of my brain.
Grade them one by one as if they were grains of salt.
To add to the wounds of every cut, that has bared testament to every hurt.
That the so called leaders of this earth.
Have lashed out and branded the innocent and pure, as weak.
To stand up to their butchery and their fear.
Could they look their mother in the face and say.
No mother I won't...