Numb
Attacked if I speak Up
Attacked if I don't
Where some of us keep peace,
but most of us won't.
Do I have nothing to say?
Or nothing to feel?
So many of us are numb
towards those forced to kneel.
Hopeless or helpless
is where the line lies
in a world so chaotic
we can't hear the cries.
We sit and we wait
and ignore what's ahead,
scared if we see it
we all might be dead.
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