I’m not without sin
So I can’t cast the first stone
But I’m ready to throw a grenade
As we stand here, hearts broken
Crying tears like rivers
Staring at their graves
A community of worship
Stood before God
With the purest of intentions
Victimized by decades of ostracism
Hoping for divine intervention
And on that holy Sunday
These men, women, and children
Gathered peacefully in prayer
Not knowing that some would lose their lives
And others would live in despair
But no one can hear their cries for mercy
They’re overshadowed by the sounds of war
Evil souls exploding in the night
In hopes of knocking on heaven's door
It is he who’ll condemn them
But who will reprimand them
When they believe they have the right to kill
When they hold the fate of others in their merciless hands
And rob them of free will
And who will defend us
When war isn’t within us
And we’re taught to turn the other cheek
When we’ve been silenced for far too long
And are disadvantaged by being meek
And will he forgive me
When there’s love in my heart
But it’s hate that governs my mind
With never-ending questions
And unfulfilling answers
How can this world be so unkind?
We cannot feel powerless
Or be fearful of the cowardice
We’ll never succumb to their defeat
We’ve withstood adversity
Our strength has made history
We’ve always risen to our feet
So united we’ll stand
And never will we fall
Because we have yet to be divided
By mistaking our kindness for weakness
The fire for justice you’ve ignited
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