Conform

Wake up. There's work to be done.

Arrive, take a seat, shut up.

Listen and obey,

Don't question a thing.

They're shooting your family

Murdered in cold blood

But the only name you're told

Is of a killer, misunderstood

Her skirt was too short,

He should've known better,

Blame the victim, find a cause

Excuse the killer, not a villain.

Why are you angry?

At least you're still alive

It's not our fault they're dead

We didn't pull the trigger.

It's not our fault;

We gave you the noose,

Gave you those bullets,

But we never killed you.

You're tired, oh so tired

Death at every corner,

Excuses powdered on

A foundation of lies.

Can you even list

All the deaths, all the funerals?

Can you even begin

To try to recover yet again?

Words like weapons

Cutting you too deep

They gag you, silenced

No outlet, no haven, no release

Can't even comprehend

How this happened yet again

When will they learn?

When will it have been enough?

Never, they never

Understand, never open

Their eyes, forever blind

Ignorance. Is. Bliss.

Running in circles

Rates in a cage

Too stupid to break the cycle

Too selfish to try.