This is a sick world,

a sick world I can't give up on,

but a sick world nevertheless,

where the blood of the happy ones,

runs dry to satisfy the angry ones.

 

This is a sad world,

a sad world where my tears run,

because the light on the computer screen,

shows devastating crimes one after another,

a sad kind of normal but normal nevertheless.

 

This is an angry world,

where the dead ones are angry for justice,

where the live ones are angry for change,

where politicians and reformers are no different,

where there should be no rights or wrongs,

where tears and blood run the same.

 

This is my world.

Sexualities and races and allegiances and nationalities.

Shots fired in the name of freedom, for democracy, for homophobes?

There was the shot heard 'round the world at Lexington and Concord.

But now there are shots heard 'round the world next door, next block, next street.