The story of the villain
Is there an absolute evil
And do you labour under that yoke
I got mad at you because I broke 
Into a million pieces on the floor
As someone I adore 
Tells me she can’t relate to me
And there’s no point trying to make her see
And we fight at the end of Irish class
And Doireann makes her exit as I ask
Her to stand up to my foe
But she just looks away and lets me go
And everything turned a table on me
But if I hadn’t shattered I wouldn’t see
The great ocean that rose to meet
Me in the land of defeat
And forgiveness came like a sharp slap of water 
And the bodies on the border
Have no choice but to accept
The trauma at the hands of reject
What side of history will I be on
When the years of my life are gone
Did I just do naught 
As we are all caught
In a value chain
That inflicts pain
On the weary and the farmer 
They get riled up and then they arm her
With feminism or political dispute
But what is the root
Of the problem of being human
People act like they know what they’re doing
When it’s like a great wind to act
Once you breathe you can’t take it back