The bullets that fly against our cries for change

Have coated our hearts with lead

Callousing them, crushing them, smothering them

They are impenetrable now

Even to the nuclear war which hangs over our heads

Much like the stars hung over the heads of our forefathers

Forced to conform by ridicule and industry

Assigned to our numbers like common prisoners

We match through the school halls the shackles of our youth weighing down our feet

And those who try to leap and run

Are met by the barrel of their countryman's gun

Pick up your pens my friends

It seems we are at war