Feel the concrete on your feet
The blisters on your lips
The splinters in your palms
The shaking in your knees
The ache in your back
Unwanted hands on your skin
The lack of sleep
A cut so deep, those who descend still bleed
Those who descend still hear
the bell at dawn
The roll called out
The feet march on
The cries of the weak
The work in the field
The shots that are fired
The life as it leaves
They all sing a song so heavy,
the words they sink
the words they sink
See the bodies in the streets
See generations reduced to meat
See them bleed
Hear them scream
Feel the pain you've brought
and let it not repeat
Feel the pain you've brought
and let it deprive you of sleep
Weep while you bury your family
Feel them hear them see them
may they never leave your dreams