Can I at least be free to live? If nothing else, can I still breathe? What more do you need to believe That we’re the same beneath the skin? I’ve shed these tears for years unending Stood beneath your boots unbending Raise my head? You’re apprehending Humbled yet you’re condescending … We are the same there’s no pretending I am you yet you’re contending Nothing’s broken but you’re mending Is this plague not ever ending? Here at home its still the same Misused power, displaced blame Weak are dying, strong are spending Paper is now metal-bending Slowly humans turn to numbers Shown on screens, fictitious covers? Children shot dead in the streets Churches filled with bloody seats? WHY?