Dark thunder roars outside the door
dazzling lights accentuate a flashing score,
Frightened people behind closed doors
not walking the streets because of the storm;
Right and wrong which way does it roam
down highways and allies so far from home,
Where is the strong arm that bars ways of wrong
when justice is blind singing only random songs;
Fast money and fun running wild in the streets
running down justice that's ground beneath their feet,
A rut we have worn within the fabric of right
for the thrills of the moment to fill out their life;
Where grows the morals of respect and care
in the closed fists of fighting it's surly not there,
Where are the tomorrows of which they will roam
with dust in their pockets and no place to call home;
Houses made of cinders a hundred feet high
filled with prevarications that makes people cry,
Insertion into life after their sequestered dreams
left to a life without support or means;
Education in life as well as in thought
may bring back the morals of which has been lost,
Where goes the family which held all so true
did it drown in the green sea from the blood that was blue;
Ethics and wanting on a line made with blood
growing more fear in Humanity's flood,
Down pour the bodies searching to be free
coming here in ships by land, air, and sea;
On a highway of cocaine our roads become narrow
and pierces our hearts putting life in a barrel,
Yet, the doom that awaits from the choices we make
can end us in darkness of bitterness and hate;
So look for dark thunder and shine light that can be
your power for justice and the ability to see,
And shout to the sky when something is wrong
and offer your hand instead of a song.