They tell me that I need to use my voice to be heard
But How can a soft spoken voice be heard
In a crowd of millions
Without having to yell out my verbs and nouns and adjectives
How can I make myself known to the world
Without spreading the word that we are just a herd
Spreading our curd through the suburb
With blurbs to our jurors
I mean our peers who leer,
Jeer, cheer, and fear that we will destroy
That which is near and dear to them
And create chaos that cannot be silenced
Unless violence is used on our insolent minds
That refuse to accept the truths
Fed to us by those in power
Believing that their word is the law of all
And they shall not fall from their fragile pedestal
I refuse to allow such madness to occur
And spur the world into a frenzy
That's too crazy for the lazy to comprehend
No, I'd rather fight against the chaos
Even if it means I am forced to fight the world
With the same voice that refuses to yell