Tear drops
With blood dripping on the streets
Rivers flowing into oceans of misery
Why, I ask; so wrong
What meaning justifies a deed so mad
What philosophy holds this form to define
Souls leaving the body, on exit clause
Rising fast to the heavens
Like rain drops in reverse
Competing with God
To see who is quick on the buzzer
Fingers on the buzzer
The more souls he sends down
The more souls we send back up
Like back to sender, return address given
Worst is, in his name, in his name
Always we shout in his name
We send back, in his name
In his name
We see a great divide
In his name we hate on our differences
No mercy for the weak
No one is to be protected
No one to feel safe, be safe
Empathy lost to extinct, darwin
Sympathy replaced with excitement
Celebration of atrocity, as blessing
No where cool
No paradise, no sanctuary to seek refuge
No where safe, no where cool, manifest
No army, no police for defence
No priest, no Imam, cleric, no Buddha
To pray for our souls, back to sender
And when day breaks
The news is only worth, in a brief moment
A value in sensation, then we move on
Gun shot executed as ringtones
In the presence of witnesses, we bare
With panic, trigger happy as their defence
A truck to run wild
Through the crowd as justified
Children's body laid dead in the streets
Bombs dropped from the sky
In the name of a fight
Against a wrong, so wrong
Police confused
To defend or to attack
Fearful of those we are to love, to protect
No where cool
And Nice was targeted
For no just cause, no where cool
