I gait my feet on the ground in the city
And heard the sound of thunder,
The thunder of tears,
The thunder of groaning
Innocent souls made the noise of injustice given to them
In thunderous sounds only a few could hear
Sounds of reproach, sounds of vengeance.
A city with so many sadists, heard no sound
None of the people did hear
That peace was fast leaving
Because of death
The deaths from injustice,
The deaths from frustration
One I myself heard, as I gait my feet
Into a city of spilled blood.
What manner of life would man have lived?
What manner of crime would he have committed?
For the man who has taken their fellows life
Hear oh people, for they which you rip apart
Cry they cry of revenge
With earnest expectations that ultimate justice will be given with your life.