We all break the same,
the tears we cry
effect the flood
of the river of shame
that flows through
our towns and our cities.
The river mingles with the blood,
the blood of innocent children;
and the hearts of the fathers are cold
while the women lay weeping on the ground.
Who will rise up from the red mottled grass?
Who will stand up and say, “Enough!” …?
Our liberty, our freedom
are the chains that bind us.
Our hate, our evil
are the things that blind us.