Identity

The one that stares at stars,
Walks while we pass by cars,
Does nothing because he has no bars,
From afar he’s as red as mars,
And yet we don’t question ours,
As we have our own surface,
We stay blinded, deaf to our purpose,
We think that with nothing we will resurface,
We don’t realize we add burden,
Just because we’re uncertain,
We forget about Verdun,
We don’t show no concern,
From the inside we burn,
But we never learn,
We just wait for our turn,
Don’t dear doing danger,
Clear case come changer,
Some say stay stranger.

We are never abashed,
We don’t realize that that car has crashed,
And feelings were trashed,
And we cowards have dashed,
We chose to abdicate,
To the truth we abnegate,
We don’t even abrogate,
We think that to war we will acclimate,
Our life we must activate,
We’re happy to be adequate,
And we stay silent, never to advocate,
And we just aggravate,
Peace must be aggregate,
Our identity must be animate,
And we must allocate,
The pain we shall annotate.