It's a long time to die

Excuses make it hard to listen.
Controlled speech teaches nothing.
The regulated world blinds our vision.
Necessity prostitutes us.

And I weep for the dreams that have yet to be accomplished
I touch scars left by injustice of yesterday
I scream for the freedom of which we sell ourselves short
I grind my teeth to stop pollution seeping into me
So much has been done
So much time has moved on without us
And yet
Nothing has changed
Traditions have been lost, but isn’t it tradition to lose what we hold so dear to us

A child to a child is a friend
An adult to an adult we are different
We chose colour to separate us
We allow religion to push people apart
And yet when we suffer and bleed
We all look the same
So why have we come to this
What have we done that desperately needs to be amended?
How can we call ourselves people?
If we lift our hands to strike another made in the likeness of us.

A day of persecution.
A month of murder.
A year of revenge.
It’s a long time to die.