Before our hatred 
Lies a deeper meaning 
within ourselves 
What can we forget 
That hasn't been forgotten 
How many times must we be
A blind witness to oppression 

Here we are 
Still in agony 
Hoping Tomorrow
Will change 
Yet we face today 
with no desire to 
break free

Our existence is like the weeds
That grow out of the ground 
Our splendour dispersed 
Along the fields of tragedy