They fight for an end to their generational bloodshed,

while we go on a rampage when traffic lights turn red.

Their vocal chords send tremors through the earth,

pleading for anyone to see their worth.

 

We say we're on their side, that we all sympathise.

"Of course we stand with you, we are your allies!"

But our world keeps spinning, while theirs is thinning.

They bleed and scream while we read and dream.

 

It's their living hell and our evergreen.

Will anyone put an end to their suffering?