They told me to shine
As they build cities of dark,
And towns without hearts
And people who think
It’s okay to be hard
On everyone they meet
To make themselves feel better
About all the ways they are weak
They told me to shine
While the gutters overflow
With the filth they refuse to see,
While their mouths spit rules
That even they
Can’t follow
While they trade mercy
For a throne made of fear,
And call it justice,
Call it progress.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 4:46 PM UTC
They told me to shine
As they build cities of dark,
And towns without hearts
And people who think
It’s okay to be hard
On everyone they meet
To make themselves feel better
About all the ways they are weak
They told me to shine
While the gutters overflow
With the filth they refuse to see,
While their mouths spit rules
That even they
Can’t follow
While they trade mercy
For a throne made of fear,
And call it justice,
Call it progress.
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