if i press too hard - maybe
the ink will bleed through the page
maybe - if i breathe too loud
they will discover my outrage
but if i remain sheltered and
hide every part of me away
does that mean i am complicit
in my every personal tragedy
how do i be selfish
when i don’t want to be that way
how do i carry on and
leave the world to decay
what if i abandoned these jobs
left behind this stale dust
joined my friends and went outside
our collective commons ready to disrupt
because the first blood has already spilled
our friends have bled through the land
and our voices are already loud
but They remain unwilling to understand
so maybe we refuse your tragedies
we’re here to change the narrative
witness us and our collective compassion
as we emerge from below and rise above
the ink will bleed through the page
maybe - if i breathe too loud
they will discover my outrage
but if i remain sheltered and
hide every part of me away
does that mean i am complicit
in my every personal tragedy
how do i be selfish
when i don’t want to be that way
how do i carry on and
leave the world to decay
what if i abandoned these jobs
left behind this stale dust
joined my friends and went outside
our collective commons ready to disrupt
because the first blood has already spilled
our friends have bled through the land
and our voices are already loud
but They remain unwilling to understand
so maybe we refuse your tragedies
we’re here to change the narrative
witness us and our collective compassion
as we emerge from below and rise above