Helpless, are we, to the tide that pulls us under

It’s not our fault that we can’t fight back

Hopeless, are we, for the future that lies ahead

I can’t be held responsible for the consequences of my actions

Comfortable, are we, with the loss of life

That’s what gives us our freedom, right?

“Give me liberty or give me death”

Songs of a forgotten age

Ghosts of martyrs in our living rooms

Will we ever learn

That history repeats itself

That we cannot sit by

That there is power in our togetherness

Or will we sit and watch

While people die

While cities burn

While the world as we know it

Continues to be