conscience Vs preachers
Dreams and tears fall to the floor and crash
And simple life burns, memory fades in a flash
When lives are lost, hope fades
And all what life hands us is several spades
Bloodied spades to dig for our comrades and loved ones holes
And now you watch as the body is detached from its soul
We have been blind, centuries gone astray
And in each other's bloody pits we had to lay
Bloodied palms, that know no mercy no humanity
We have walked this earth with nothing but vanity
Yet lives are always lost in what we call wars for peace
And the reality we yearn for, we are unable to seize
Scarred, we have created a world of pain
And the young ones know nothing but disdain
White crippled wings burning to ash, to the floor
And little young hearts, dark, yet promised to soar
We have murdered every shred of humanity
And lead a life under the flag of insanity
Hate, we have planted in the younger generation
Despair, murder rape and different methods of mutilation
Has the world finally turned its blind eye
Or are we only people who shed tears and sigh?
We were born with our destinies entwined
And together with our hearts unified
We can change the world, claim it our own
We can reject evil and its dark spawn
We are the future, yet where is our conscience?
Yet we know nothing but hate, what's that nonsense
Can we mutilate our own soul brother without remorse?
Can we force him to bleed plead yield by force?
How can a fragile heart turn to stone?
How can we ignore a mother's moan?
Do you expect a mother to stand and watch the light
Fades from the eyes of her precious child, despite
How many times her tears crash to the floor
How many times her body and soul sore
Will you hand her your shoulder to cry on
As you have taken the precious life of her son?
So tell me again, how can u sleep easily at night?
How can you ignore all those deaths insight?
And all the cries and moans how do they come to rest?
A young tree torn off its mother's chest
I have nothing but blood for the past 19 years
And watched bodies drain out of blood on spears
So tell me why my conscience screams at me
And yours is silent as usual preaching let it be