Take Their Next Step

Contours of your dead bodies chalked on the dirty streets,
Hard to recognize as washed away by the acid you bleed.
And they hold us so many... And they hold us so many hands
Pushed too far – shut your eyes – pretend you understand & fake
So many foul words to encourage us to walk on
To ingore those besides us who constantly fall down
Already crawling on their knees, their deterioration still goes on and on and on...
Forget your real needs, forget what you feel
And join the bloody march to satisfy their greed for benefits
Yes, wear your smile, be happy in the meantime,
But please don't ask what this is all about.
And while you still think that all this is correct
We won't take your next step !