The change that will never come
If it comes, who will welcome?
They struggle, they complain, they suffer
Your solution seems like a buffer
But the change that will never come
Because their doors are shut and cannot welcome
Their hearts are even sealed
The status quo seems mild
That one they can even hold
Not this change that promises gold
So they cower in fears
Even as their faces are covered in tears
Hearts torn in pain
By a status quo that has no gain
I do not understand this people
I do not understand their hustle
It doesn't even make sense, all of their struggle
How can they sleep on it?
How can they expect to change it?
When in helplessness they accept it
And now they want me to play the game
And to act dumb and lame
But these words are like fire in my bones
I cannot play by their rules
I stand on the roof tops and scream out
This system must phase out!
I sit on table and now the ink begins to flow
So the blood of my people will cease to flow
Let them stop flying in the air
Our people's lives are fizzling into the air
Let them sit
Let them count
And perhaps amend
And even bring an end
To this flow
And close up this hollow
But we must want it
For them to change it
And open our doors to welcome
This change that might one day come
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