In the dark of the waking hour,
Countless melancholic grief triumphant over loss
So loud it is, but louder the inconsiderate "passion" of others:
The shallow bickering of "at least it wasn't me"
The cursed words of "they deserved it"
The false praise of "we are all lucky to be alive, BUT they are different"
But when it is you upon Death's door, you cry seeking salvation
For life which you believe you deserve.
For hypocritical and discriminatory we humans are
We praise only ourselves when we thought we think of others.
We praise only liked minds when we say we treat ALL with respect and dignity.
We sing in our circles, but not other shapes.
We are hypocritical and discriminatory humans
Will we ever know no discrimination like Death does?
Or will we ever bring ourselves to respect those of different backgrounds?
