Is it gone?

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.