The thought consumes my mind
America would rather remain voiceless
Than fight for humans who have their rights stolen
It all roots from a fear, and ignorance
Of what people don’t know, understand
When the hate gets so strong, some would rather die
Than be who they are
A law is one thing, it can be changed
But it wont change us, we have to change us
There is no difference between my brother and his wife and my sister and her wife
Why does it matter to you, who I am
We are who we are, we are the same
The difference between you and me is you judge me because of what you don’t understand

Come on, little sister
Make amends
Let us know truth
Make it better
Tell us what we need
So now when we hear your words
We will no longer fall on scraped knees
Stand up like a man, sister
On those feet of concrete
And let it all out
Because I know what you think you know
But I'll tell you this
You've known no pain

Action turns will to reality.
When one lives to watch,
the will is snuffed out.

Conjurers of nothing breed apathy
and those with no purpose, rot.
They let themselves be consumed,
to be fuel for those with inspiration.

The wounded gazelle is eaten
and the lion is fed.
Later the lion fades as well,
but not without eating many gazelle.
Progress is purpose and purpose brings the advancement of all.

Hell is a place downtown.
Poverty lines the streets and no one takes action.
This is where inspiration goes to die
and those debilitated gazelle are swallowed whole.
Their sacrifice pushes the cogs onward
toward oblivion and the unquenchable void
of
SELF
INTEREST.