wounded

Watch as he cocks the gun

Aiming at injustice prevalent in the world

No longer having other method to voice out

Murder is the only cry that can be heard

Listen to the uproar and screams of the American citizen, 

split between outrage and pride

Unity is silent

Fundamental rights are constantly challenge

The rich cry out

Bloodthirsty souls

The public insists

Poor unfortunates whose loved ones all die

At the hand of the system–

The system that claims to protect

So familiar

Watch as he cocks the gun

Claiming to be the voice of America

In reality, he is one of them

But a savior cannot originate from those

Who strife and struggle on a daily basis

Watch as he cocks the gun

His army a people

Warring against the puppeteers of their nation

They are weaker than those who hold the strings

But they are plentiful

He was a father

The leading party argues

And she a mother

Another decides

But who decides which lives are noteworthy

Who decides which person deserves to die

The war loudens

He was a husband

The leading party argues

The woman a wife

Another decides

Weights of value are placed on either side

The burden destroys both parties

Watch as he cocks the gun

Morphing the victor into yet another victim

To the skewed concept of justice

Justice dependent on the hands that serve its plate

The public wonders if justice is equal to retaliation

They answer that who defined this system decide

As with everything, the issue remains ambiguous

Watch as he cocks the gun

Be mindful for yourself

Anothers biases may rot inside the true tale

The citizens as a whole shape the narrative

And they continue to scream