Anger

Oh, how the streets cry out "injustice"! 
from the ground righteous blood cries out 
In the ashpit we cry out "violence"! 
our throats are sore from the way we shout. 
The fastest have not won the race, 
the wise haven`t regaled in power. 
A poor man rides the rich mans horse 
the prince has languished in the tower. 
Look! The courts have changed their name 
from courts of justice to courts of law 
The scales of justice have lost their balance 
and tipped the contents on the floor. 
Oh, how the streets cry out "injustice"! 
The world is filled with a deafening roar. 
In the ashpit we cry out "violence"! 
But resolve in our hearts to add no more.