War, famine, and death are words made by a beast called man
with stunted emotion, trauma generating a trauma generation
on repeat with no end
Now tied to a feed that farms extremes
demanding that nuance be dead
So reap what you sow on the earth called mother
defiled by the sins of the father, of the past
that raped her and children and morality
That pushed redemption until it went over the edge
Out of sight, out of mind until you need the next hit
like a knife in the soul, twisting in but not through
another color-deep wound
another "let's change how we do"
If you think your favorite institution won't catch a stray
I guarantee there's a fire that knows it by name
Equality and freedom are revenge in masquerade
playing at justice, with misguided trust
Because the stomach of man will never be full
and the hungriest wolf stays leading the pack
When the masks come off and the new prestige
is drenched in the blood of we
will you be able to stomach that?