There ain’t no glory in abortion
Playing with the forceps
Mutilating life
While you’re riding your high horses
The need for reinforcements
Rile up the forces
Just to chuck a Molotov
Upon your neighbor’s doorstep
Watching the inferno
Seeing it as victory
Violence on the innocent
To bloody up your history
Exalted adulations
In protests that mirror bigotry
The symmetry resounding
Your devotions lack validity
A mock upon equality
All animals amongst the zoo
I watch the circus acts
Giving credit where credit is due
A coat of many colors
In a spectacle for all to view
Until hysteria is lost
Leaving nothing left to pursue
Nothing ever changes
You fall straight back into the pits
As a victim in the mindset
And an endless need to (bĭch)
Woe the status quo
We always know what we will get
With hopes so low to cope
You don’t live with any regrets
Right back to your masters
Panting like a dog
Drooling over scraps
How so easily you’re bought
Only seeing color
When you’re looking for applause
Only wanting change
When the noose is in a knot
Constantly offended
Yet never by yourselves
So no one speaks against you
For your hatred can’t be quelled
With no hope for forgiveness
There’s no need to be compelled
To ever try to save you
For you’ll always live in hell
Could have broke the habit
Could have chose to change
Instead you have identified
Where life is not embraced
Sauntering in anguish
Communion with your rage
While the flames dance before you
Outshining your disgrace
Soon your neighbor’s house will crumble
Its embers will turn to ash
And the war within the streets
Will leave its scars in aftermath
Where tensions were misguided
But you didn’t fail to act
And now, where you find your feet
Are but the same old worn paths
© HeartOfBabel