There's a rumbling in the wind
Perhaps a storm
or a change in the tides.
It's the right season after all.

What good is rebellion
for rebellion's sake?
What good is the petulant cries
of a few shunted souls
what good does that do

They're like babies
They're like our bigger brothers
They're snakes
shedding their skin

Where are we now?
A little red dot
a piece of hardened mucus
stained with blood
from foreign lands
queer with emotions
lacking of culture

What are we now?
Tan, chocolate, ebony, ivory
We're a kaleidoscope.
We're a pinwheel in the eye of the storm

Why are we doing this?
We have been granted the key to our future
a hopeless future,
of prosperity
of false freedom
of harmony
of bristling xenophobia

I stood at a concert of wills
Amps blasting the words of snakes
I walked on a thorny road
to see if I could fly
Only thing I felt was the ruthless heat.