Irrational beings don’t use guns
Why you call ourselves rationals ?
You call ourselves rationals
But we no longer use words
Instead you replace it with guns,
With blood and bitter tears.
Irrational beings don’t use guns
What is the difference between us?
Sanity has been lost from centuries
As well as the peace treaty.
For some today is the last dusk
For others the first dawn
Today is the new tomorrow
Because tomorrow may not came.
Dreams lost because of daydreams
Of those who believe they are rich
A woman today becomes a widow
Because patriarchy rules.
The atmosphere portrays fear
Most reluctant and fearsome about the future
We don't know who's on our side
Those who ask for compassion
Had begun to lose faith.
Bold are those who fear nothing
“Off the street “they said but we are marching joyfully
Our future has already been taken
Don’t you dare to take us the
Right to exist.
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Lisa, I appreciate you sharing this moving article. It's a potent analysis of how grief and violence affect our society.