I hear the whispers of the dead
Crying because their end had come too soon
People who had no regard  took from them life
I hear the voices of the dead talking
About those who had dealt with them
In a way that did not please their maker
Killing them
Hanging them
****** them
Taking away their children
Forcing them to build up their wealth
And destroying their self worth
I hear groans of agony
Pains of what was
And what is to come
The dead knows
They hurt even still
Wishing they could help
Do something that would change things
Say something that would heal up the wounds
The dead know its all in vain
What must be
Must be
Their soul cries
For the living
Who are dead
But not yet buried
Their soul cries