Sick of the dark ways we march to the drummin’/ Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpin’/ Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumpin’/ Risk something, take back what’s yours/ Say somethin’ that you know they might attack you for/ ‘Cause I’m sick of being treated like I have before/ Like it’s stupid standin’ for what I’m standin’ for/ Like this war’s really just a different brand of war/ Like it doesn’t cater to rich and abandon poor/ Like they understand you in the back of the jet/ When you can’t put gas in your tank/ These fuckers are laughin’ their way to the bank and cashin’ the check/ Askin’ you to have compassion and have some respect

Do you see the soldiers that are out today?/ They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away/ It’s ironic, at times like this, you’d pray/ But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday/ There’s bombs on the buses, bikes, roads/ Inside your market, your shops, your clothes/ My dad, he’s got a lot of fear, I know/ But enough pride inside not to let that show/ My brother had a book he would hold with pride/ A little red cover with a broken spine/ On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside/ “When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die”

I’m new to this instance but it seems like a cool place, thanks for hosting this community!