There is no remuneration
From this sick society
We are facing
No clear outcomes
When you can’t outrun
The authoritarian's gun
There is no revolution
That will work
Without people getting hurt
Just a long grey tunnel
Taking us to
Those two dark towers
Flowers plucked
Petals pulled out
Chlorophyll turns red
Children turn up dead
In a city square’s worth of debris
Fifty more in a club
Girl's school gets blown up
Bombs get dropped
By crooks making
Major deposits
Their friends making
Killer profits
Their bank accounts cost us
Sanity and human decency