Whose world is this?
Who owns it..?
Look at us!
So actively passive;
Patiently,
Quietly
Singing the songs
Of injustice
Again
All generations
And another
Generation on
With the same songs
It’s like we’re whispering in
Case we make the monsters
Angry.
Like it makes a difference.
As though they didn’t know,
Already
Are we seriously trying to bell
These cats? Put an empathy
Switch in a robot?
Like they actually matter..
How much longer shall we
Let them get away with that?
Where is the honour;
The glory
In our Story
When it’s being
Written for us?
Now,
Just whose world
Is that?
