Wastelands of buried men gone too soon. seed with dreams of future men that will never be. Vanquished by bullets shaped by ignorance.
When would the time come? When shall we forget the lyrics to this sad song?
And so, still, we wail, Still, we wait Still, we beat our hand heavingly against our tired troubled, bruised chest.
And yet, still, there will be no relief. For our bruising chest reminds us only of the fact.
We would still sing more verses of this sad song that your men have sung before.
Inspired by the events around the shooting of Trayvon Martin, the deaths of Eric Garner, Michael Brown, and Ahmaud Arbrey, and the poem Voices Against England in the Night by Stevie Smith.
Wow powerful and sad "Vanquished by bullets
shaped by ignorance"