I seek resolve and cannot find it.
A murdered boy and a city burning:
why am I always standing behind it?
There’s a social contract. Which of us signed it?
Does it condemn us to this rite of mourning?
I seek resolution and can’t find it.
I am not shackled, nor am I blinded,
not unaware, capable of learning
so why am I still standing behind it?
How many times must we be reminded
before, at the last, there comes a turning?
I seek an answer. I cannot find it.
Am I waiting around until someone’s defined “it” ?
These are old, old wheels that keep on churning.
I’m sick and tired of standing behind it
and I will not accept nor be resigned to it.
Take notice, world: you’ve had your warning.
The answer is there. I know we’ll find it.
The time will come when we won’t stand behind it.