There’s nothing much to say. The government is fucked, so we’re all fucked. This is what I would like to scream to the world…

WHERE DO WE GO?

Where do we go when red paints the street?

Where people rave and yell, throwing their spirits up high,

Where the ones above fold their ears shut and bite their tongue blind,

Where fire and smoke have become our air to breathe and survive.

 

Where do we go when friends turn foes?

Where their steps rumble the ground,

Where their dull blades press against our lungs,

Where their empty words bleed our soul dry.

 

Where do we go when they destroy our home?

Where in the name of “defense” they fight against their own,

Where they walk the opposite direction from our prayers,

Where they wear their uniforms to prove their “worth”.

 

Where do we go when there’s nowhere to go?

Where our home becomes barely a barren wasteland,

Where our people limp in search of belonging,

Where we are detested and rejected from their embrace.

 

Where do we go when they don’t listen?

Where do we go when they clink their drinks to our cries?

Where do we go when they give their shits for us to eat?

Where do we go? What do we do?