I see wrongs, and I shout throughout my orbit.
For what little ripples my voice makes,
I have to lie to myself about the power I have to keep trying.
And I keep trying.
I could start screaming,
People are dying,
And living through torture.
I would call them forgotten,
But they weren’t ever acknowledged to begin with.
But, I have done that before,
And it shuts doors.
So I slide into the cogs of the world,
While more people are lost.
Justice can be loud,
And quiet,
But there must be justice.
Even if we only make it for our own,
Without a sound.
SickyBeat 