They tell me it’s okay, they tell me it’s safe

They tell me don’t worry, there’s nothing to face

They tell me it’s over, this world will be better, there’s nothing to fear and there’s nothing to hate

But I know the truth and I cannot be still

The blood of my brethren is making me ill

So how can you sit there and look in the mirror, pretend that the suffering is something surreal

Tell me to calm, they say I should wait

Across the Atlantic, I cannot relate

But people are going, the reaper is sowing, so if you can hear me there’s no time to waste

My patience is gone and I cannot forget

These innocent souls are not able to rest

The guilty will tell me there’s nothing to do, no reason to act and nothing to regret

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