So many rules that gut the core
The people bleed, their dreams seem lost
We make them pay with all the costs
Some die daily, others slowly die
I evoke one question: “could that be I?”
What rules prevent world tragedy?
While other rules give pageantry?
Could I be one who causes hate?
While choosing one I celebrate?
Please let the time be right I pray
Stand with one with changing way
We’re not all right, we’re not all wrong
Yet what we need is growing strong:
We need our studies to exercise care
Remove all blindness to do what is fair.
I’m sick that even God’s own rules;
Are trampled on by dogs with drool
Now I leave but know my heart
Is standing with the brand new start.