We stump upon a danger we choose to snub,
To take a stand is what we should,
Them today,
But who knows tomorrow,
We fold our arms,
And watch in shame,
With all the blood,
Flowing in streets,
We choose to save it,
As a fairy tale for kids,
Coz all the heinous walk freely,
With no prosecution,
Or devolution.
And yet we are the extremists.
Our brothers lie crumbled,
While their family suffers disgrace,
Thou we have a chance to act,
Or at least to say our mind,
But yet we choose to hide.
The courage,
Or will to stand for them.
We just act like we are confused,
They slay us down,
And turn away shouting it's us.
Not just a hit and run.
But went on and leveled us radicals.
Just remember,
Step up or get slayed.
We are men,
Not some Christmas pigs.
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