Sons of Mourning

Bury your sense of pride
Open your eyes to these blood stained lies
Sisters' hands fall, grey

The lies you tell yourself as you lie awake
Won't save you when your death is near

We won't mourn your death
Your system is built on flesh

Cowards bury words
Silent cries, human lives broken by the hands of invasion
Now in isolation, no justice, just fear
Judgement's congregation too blind to hear
Sisters stand alone

How can you be so quick to blame the victim
But so quick to victimize yourself?

We won't mourn your death
Your system is built on flesh

Reap of the sons of mourning



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Cradock
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