The Innocent Are Proclaimed Guilty
Our bleeding has coloured the streets
We are gunned down for taking our grievances to the streets
We are chastised for our looks
We become guilty when we own expensive gadgets
Our protectors are now our captors
The thieves are canonized
While the innocent are victimized
Violence is their language
The station has turned into a human abbatoir
Their hearts are immuned to pity
Our tears wet our cheeks
While their as hearts remain rock solid
Let us join our voices to the cavalcade of voices
And purge our land of this common evil
Let our determination be impenetrable
And our voices will be unquenchable
Victor writes 