Is it gone, dissapeared, invisble?
though we turn blind eyes we cannot unsee
cannot undo what has been done
can we still remain blind in the blinding sun?
Can we hear, can we listen
When the crowds scream loud
Can we understand the words
Or are we ourselves
Deaf, dumb and blind
Unsettlingly close
To the issues that we fight against
Are we alone?
Can we stand, stand straight and tall
Will there be anyone to catch us when we fall
We call ourselves a movement, are we close at all
Or are we consumed with the hate
That we're running from?
Is it gone, the injustice
When we're unjust ourselves?
Does might make right
And do victims fight
Against the Man, the System,
Cowed no more
We cry out for peace and we're starting a war
Is it gone, the fight
When we say it is?
Did the battle ever cease, did we ever win?
Or are we worse off than before
Now the predjudiced
Is it gone now, in the dark?
We hope to God it is.