No Justice, No Peace

Boysetsfire, After the Eulogy:

No Justice, No Peace.
Rise.

Written, signed off
In the obituary: “What happened to us?”

Where’s your anger?
Where’s your fucking rage?
Watered down, senses lost.
Lazy, privileged,
Denial and self-gratified.

A tradition passed down to our blood-stained hands.

Give in, give up.
Give in, give up.

Rise.

Contented to strive for new worthless slogans.
We miss our potential for action and substance.
Contended to lie in our boring vomit,
Suggesting arrangements, while others are dying.

Stand up. Fight back.
Stand up. Fight back.

How many starving millions have to die on our front doorsteps?
How many dying millions have to crawl to our front doorsteps?

Written, signed off in the obituary: “What happened to us?”
Where’s your anger? Where’s your fucking rage? Watered down senses lost.

Where’s your anger?
Where’s your fucking rage?

Content and corrupted,
Contrite and disgusting.
Dig a hole,
It’s all over.

Forget the words and good intentions,
Unless we rise.
Unless we rise.

Rise.

Tear it down.

Rise.

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