The world is bound by an iron chain
one of which keeps getting stronger and longer every year
this chain is covered by the blood of people slain
and upon each link is the name of a person slain in fear
Yet even as the clues are put before you
you ask for the answer to the mystery
but you do not see each and every clue
and you do not know what is going down in history
Each and every day a new link appears
a new name to add to the millions added before
for somewhere someone's dying in tears
and for another Death is just an open door
Still you do not see or understand
you keep basking in Freedom's glory
but you do not see the truth through all the lies so grand
and somewhere another soul is dying because you failed to hear their story
There is moaning in the night
another name to grace the bloody chain
pain and anguish in a place of no warmth or hopeful light
and now another innocent life ended in agonizing pain
Can you hide from the truth any longer?
Does your stubborn attitude refuse to budge?
Is this really how you choose the truth that is getting stronger?
And why won't you realize that upon your soul there is a dark smudge?
Scores are dying and their souls go up in scorching flames
so much anguish yet not enough to gain recognition
for so much darkness they bear no one knows there names
and all their cries are not given any attention
Will you keep hiding behind that mask of pity?
Or will you get up and do something?
Why can you speak as if there is no problem that isn't bitty?
And do you know that if you really cared you wouldn't be doing nothing?
Many are killed when they can't raise their voice
destroyed before they really came to be
killed before they actually had a choice
and in the womb murdered before they were free
Are you going to remain forever in the shadows of ignorance?
Is this how you are going to help those in need?
Why do you live your life not by love but by chance?
And why do you cast aside all problems like a filthy weed?
Parents let their offspring descend into destruction
they stand by as they become a empty shell
doing nothing to save them from this function
and allowing them to burn in the fires of Hell
Open your eyes and look around
take off the blinders that block your sight
look around at all the hate and pain to be found
and get off your lazy bones and join the fight
Children walk around in filthy rags
but little notice is given to their hungry pleading faces
no one stops to give them a scrap of food and their weary shoulders sag
and soon they too will become a group of empty spaces
Still no response you give to the facts?
Is there no warmth in your heart of stone?
When will you see all that your life lacks?
And yet all you can give to anyone is a dry bone?
Screams rent the night
yet all that people hear is silence so still
even though people die without finding the light
and everywhere life is fading and blood upon the chain does spill
Nothing to say about the truth staring you in the face?
Are you ashamed at the injustice being done to those who are poor?
Or are you still indifferent to the pain that makes the blood race?
And why do you choose not to see the souls washing up on Death's shore?
Lives are being torn apart
families are breaking apart at the seams
words spoken pierce the innocent heart like a dart
and somewhere out there is a broken spirit crushed by broken dreams
Is there no feeling in your heart of stone?
Why do you claim to have a mission when you do nothing to heal?
Will you be with friends when someone dies alone?
And you still don't care if Death another soul does steal?
Millions are taken and enslaved
only mere thousands ever get to taste freedom again
yet more and more are just remembered upon stones where they're engraved
all of which died in fear, agony, and overwhelming pain
What have people done to the world they call home?
Why can you just keep living ignorant of everyone around you?
Don't you know how many in anguish and terror do roam?
And if you do, then why, why can't you make their dreams come true?
Somewhere there is a child who is being beaten to death
a child whose innocence is taken by someone they thought they could trust
many see their bruised flesh and yet don't ask until it's too late to save their breath
or don't take time to hear a child's story hidden under a mask of fear and dust
You could make a difference if you used your voice, but you don't. Why?
Is yourself more important than anyone else's life?
Why do you allow this to go on and allow millions of people to die?
Don't you know that by doing nothing, your heart will be filled with strife?
