Ballots and Bullets
(Choosing Sides)
The hoarfrost chilled the coming dawn,
Muffling the crack of the firing squad.
A plebian lout spat in scorn;
Contempt for the condemned's dying words.
A mother's disgust turns her head,
While her son imitates the violence
That will control all his future,
'Til the voice of a dead child is heard.
Chorus:
He said,
"From the ballot to the bullet,
From the reform to the riot,
A people's opinion means naught
If they won't stand and fight for it!
Though the pen holds truth of the word,
Blood shall spill by the sword (exacting it).
A nation's belief means nothing
If they won't live and die for it!".
I sat alone and peered outside,
Gazing between the cracks in the bars
At the execution below,
Waiting for the day my turn would come.
My heart weighed heavy at this sight
And through the chilling December air
I heard opinions I had taught
From the man that the child had become.
Chorus: (Repeat)
As the sun set, the crowd dispersed.
I scratched another mark on the wall.
A startling thought ran through my mind,
"Were the marks my time or the victims
Created through my vanity";
And then suddenly I realized,
As insanity destroyed me,
I'd become the infected system.
Ending:
We are all protagonist to our own cause
But the antagonist must have his own.
To be a hero one must look at both sides
Without prejudice, or you may choose wrong.
Legion
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